A man doesn't cry. In my life, I've never cried. I cannot do it. I am a man. How will I cry?

We all exist in our own personal reality of craziness.

Failure doesn't mean anything, it just means changing paths.

One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, "Is it half full or half empty?" So I drank the water. No more problem.

You live in the image you have of the world. Every one of us lives in a different world, with different space and different time.

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

Maybe if literature was prohibited the same way as cocaine, people out of pure curiosity would try to get a couple of lines

Every one of us is a perfect human being, deformed by the family, the society and the culture.

Have a dream. Fight to do a dream. Don't ask if it is possible to do something or if not possible. Try to do it!

Most directors make films with their eyes; I make films with my testicles.

Normality is to be different. Every person is a different person. And one day you need to be aware of your difference. Aware that you are not the same as the others. That is to be normal.

Rules meant order. Without them they’d be killing each other. It began with butting in, with parking in disabled spaces, with smoking in elevators. And it ended in murder.

When a professor insists computer science is X but not Y, have compassion for his graduate students.

Neither one of us had a job, because Mitt had enough of an investment from stock that we could sell off a little at a time.

But my whole life has been a matter of fighting for one simple hour to do what I want to do. There was always something getting in the way of my getting to myself.

Knowing belongs to man's intellect or reason; loving belongs to his will. The object of the intellect is truth; the object of the will is goodness or love.

I have always had this necessity to win. When I played with my friends on the street, football or running, I always wanted to be the best.

It's very nearly impossible to tell the truth in television.

As far as intellectual training was concerned, my nine years from seven to sixteen were practically wasted.

Paul's last words to Linda: "You're up on your beautiful Appaloosa stallion. It's a fine spring day. We're riding through the woods. The bluebells are all out, and the sky is clear-blue".

Nothing can seem foul to those who win.