Art is alive because it is mortal.

The speed of light does not merely transform the world. It becomes the world. Globalization is the speed of light.

Science, which is not so attached to 'truth' as it once was, but more to immediate 'effectiveness', is now drifting towards a decline, it's civic fall from grace.

There are eyes everywhere. No blind spot left. What shall we dream of when everything becomes visible? We'll dream of being blind.

Digital messages and images matter less than their instantaneous delivery; the shock effect always wins out over the consideration of the informational content.

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape.

The invention of the ship was also the invention of the shipwreck.

To regain our liberty (and our distance), we must slow the images down.

How can we live if there is no more here and everything is now?

Images contaminate us like viruses.

Today, everything is about speed and real time. We are no longer concerned with real space.

If we’re honest, what makes something impossible is not our fear. Rather, it is our indifference.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

It is interesting to be here and to see that for certain actors they have to live in a way that you think of nobody living anymore except for in small towns. They have such elaborate double lives.

I see this quality [real interest and joy] in the work of [Pavel] Chekhov, of course, and [Alexei] Tolstoy and really just about any great writer.

Eighty percent of what everyone's talking about never happens. I don't mean in terms of product development that's happening right now, I'm talking about the far-flung visions of the future.

Do you think Arabs are dumb? They gave us our numbers. Try doing long division with Roman numerals.

Live by faith, not by sight.

There is nothing so revered yet so reviled as war; for even as it brings out the worst in men, it also brings out the best in them.

The real actor has a direct line to the collective heart.

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.