At eighteen you sleep without memories.

However and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.

Separation isnt time or distance its the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords

Loneliness feels like prison.

The strangest of our powers Is the courage to live Knowing that we will die, Knowing nothing more true.

We'll dive into the earth together. And if one day a wild flower finds water and springs up from that piece of earth, its stem will have two blooms for sure: one will be you, the other me.

That's how it goes, my friend. The problem is not falling a captive, it's how to avoid surrender.

When the light of the star which flows into my eyes as a drop of gold first pierced the darkness in space, there was not a single eye on earth looking at the sky.

Looking at this insolent earth, you hear the first battle cry of our species- trap it under a rock and together, screaming, attack and destroy it, as if killing a mammoth.

The life of man is long, perhaps longer than necessary Or perhaps it is shorter than necessary?

At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.

Our current bittersweet relationship with our sleep hasn’t had a long history.

Procrastination is not Laziness", I tell him. "It is fear. Call it by its right name, and forgive yourself.

Although I am far too frequently convinced otherwise, with God a dead-end is only the death of an end.

It is every photographer's responsibility to discover new images and a new personal way of looking at things. If he can do this his pictures will command attention and have surprise quality.

I'm Anna May Wong. I come from old Hong Kong. But now I'm a Hollywood star.

The longer we delay, the more we will pay.

In the very moment, the seeds of a perfect destiny lie dormant within you. When you release their potential, you can manifest a life more wonderful and any dream.

My mother bought a piano, put it in the front room, and I just started writing my songs.

Adaptability is not imitation. It means power of resistance and assimilation.

I started to wonder, and felt relieved that there might be truth to the idea of intellectuals all being frauds. I knew that I certainly was.