I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.

Evil is a point of view.

These were the lovely bones, that had grown around my absence. The connections sometimes tenuous. Sometimes made at great cost. But often, magnificent. That happened, after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way...

— So what I told you was true... from a certain point of view.
— A certain point of view?
— Luke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to... depend greatly on our own point of view.

I was raised on the Torah... My wife, on the Quran. My oldest son is an Atheist. My youngest is a Scientologist. My daughter is studying Hinduism. I imagine that there is room there for a holy war in my living room. But we practice live and let live.

— Look, we want the same thing as you.
— You know, it's funny. When people say that, they don't.

There's always a way to convince a holdout. I came around. Sooner or later everybody does.

There's two sides to everything.