Don’t complain, don’t explain.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

All the people we loved, who have died, are still alive in the past. The only thing that really separates us is time. It's a matter of perspective. That's what separates optimism and pessimism.

Truth is for the minority.

I've made a kind of pact with myself where I said, It doesn't matter what it is as long as I'm acting.

In a way, I feel that film roles haven't given me the opportunity to show I have a sense of humor.

The first album is a classic record and I think the prototype of a sound that no one else does.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice. Choose to live a life that matters.

I don't drink blood, and last time I looked in the mirror, I had a reflection.

I come from a very warm island, where colors are very important, very vibrant, and obviously the color has been an influence on my work.

I think everyone must have a first memory of some house, some room, a vivid picture that will remain deep down in one forever.

Schools must stop being holding pens to keep energetic young people off the job market and off the streets. We stretch puberty out a long, long time.