We are not free; it was not intended we should be. A book of rules is placed in our cradle, and we never get rid of it until we reach our graves. Then we are free, and only then.

Of what use is freedom of speech to those who fear to offend?

There's a kind of freedom in being completely screwed up because you know things can't get any worse.

You are eight years old. It is Sunday evening. You have been granted an extra hour before bed. The family is playing Monopoly. You have been told that you are big enough to join them. You lose. You are losing continuously. Your stomach cramps with fear. Nearly all of your possessions are gone. Your brothers are snatching all of the houses from your streets. The last street is being sold. You have to give in. You have lost. And suddenly you know that it is only a game. You jump up with joy and you knock the big lamp over. It falls on the floor and drags the teapot with it. The others are angry with you, but you laugh and go upstairs. You know you are nothing and you know you have nothing. And you know that not-to-be and not-to-have give immeasurable freedom.

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

Freedom is the recognition that no single person, no single authority of government has a monopoly on the truth, but that every individual life is infinitely precious, that every one of us put on this world has been put there for a reason and has something to offer.

Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.

The average man doesn't want to be free; he wants to be safe.

To understand we must be free, yet not have always been free.

. . . I sold my soul for freedom; it's lonely, but it's sweet. . .

. . .but the truth is that Jane doesn't belong to anyone. . . she's free. . . it was easy for me to turn away. . .

Believing in fate produces fate. Believing in freedom will create infinite possibilities.