Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.

You are what you love. Not what loves you.

I think of myself as a guy who tries to write screenplays and now has tried to direct one. Anything more than that is meaningless and it gets in the way of being a real human being.

I do like escapism. I like going to the movies on a Friday night and seeing something fun.

The only honest and generous thing for me to do is to give people myself. That's all I've got as an artist, so I want to do that in an unflinching way.

The passionate ones, the ones who go after what they want, may not get what they want, but they remain vital, in touch with themselves, and when they lie on their deathbeds, they have few regrets.

Everything I've written is personal - it's the only way I know how to write.

You and I share the same DNA. Is there anything more lonely than that?

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon. Joel: I know. Clementine: What do we do? Joel: Enjoy it.

There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They're all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.

Would Crazy Horse have spent this much to remodel a kitchen?

The reality of life does not change who you are, it only changes your perspective.

My behavior last night was poor.""Poor?" Agatha coughed. "You pushed me through a window!

I just write whenever I can.

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

If you are born into a family with little money but a lot of love, you will find yourself more content than one who is born with a silver spoon and an empty home.

Every parent can imagine the joys of child abuse.

I think to trust in the sovereignty of God does not excuse my personal responsibility. Just the opposite - it equips me to be personally responsible.

Jealousy is cruel as a tomb, its embers are embers of fire.

I'm down for you, so ride with me. My enemies your enemies, Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me.