As a performer, I'm constantly fascinated with the idea of being able to know what anybody else's experience is, and how misleading all informatives, like appearance, can be.

Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place.

I never quite understand the way society decides who is beautiful and who is not. But an open face and a capacity for kindness always feel like reliable signifiers to me.

Most of us live our whole lives without having an adventure to call our own.

It's a real comfort zone for me to feel alien.

How do we identify ourselves, and how do we settle into other people's expectations for our identity?

I would rather be handsome for an hour than pretty for a week.

This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing.

I'm really interested in the idea of long, long life and transformation and immortality.

I'm from the same planet as David Bowie.

I'm interested in that whole question of where we wear our identity and how can we see it.

You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.

Am I a man of great wisdom? Hardly! Even when a simple person brings me a question, my mind goes utterly blank, I just thrash it out until I’ve exhausted every possibility.

It takes a long time to make a painter - even with a good artist's education - but without one it tries the patience of Job; it is a great thing if one does not go backward.

I did frequently refer to my war record in World War II, but not in any flamboyant way.

By computerizing health records, we can avoid dangerous medical mistakes, reduce costs, and improve care

The true exceptional performer is on super pilot. Every single sense, every fiber of his body is brought together in what he is doing.

It's not what the dream is but what the dream does.

I see graphic design as the organization of information that is semantically correct, syntactically consistent and pragmatically understandable.

It is so often self who tries to live the Christian life. No wonder we need breaking. As long as self is in control, God can do little with us.

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.