Every man seeks the life he thinks he deserves.

The limbo of life is like a song, a melody that comes around occasionally but that sticks in your head and never goes away.

Time is self absorbed, takes what it wants and doesn't return the favor. It is greedy, its pockets full of the lives of those left behind. It is a magician and a thief.

Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.

Do not try to understand. What I feel for you cannot be limited to words. I know that you have moved on with your life, yet I stand here, frozen in the midst of your spirit.

In this game against fate, I am losing. Miserably.

There was not an inch of solid ground anywhere in the world for me to call my own. I didn't belong anywhere. Had I disappeared, no one would have noticed.

I don't know where I am- somewhere between heaven and hell, a place of utter terror and endless confusion.

I refuse to stay a prisoner to my body. I am going to free myself.

A machine! I have become a machine! It has taken over my life. How ironic! In a world of freedom and independence, my entire life now depends on a machine!

If you hang out with chickens, you're going to cluck and if you hang out with eagles, you're going to fly.

I was never more hated than when I tried to be honest. Or when, even as just now I've tried to articulate exactly what I felt to be the truth. No one was satisfied

Is it not enough to dip your tongue into my soul and write poetry?

Worry is absence of faith.

The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.

[On Bonnie Prince Charlie:] Oh, Charlie is my darling, / My darling, my darling; / Oh, Charlie is my darling, / The young Chevalier.

I surely haven't only dealt with film people. As a lawyer, I also fought against evictions, or worked on leases - the unglamorous side of the business.

There is some suffering that awaits us all.

I have no desire to be dominated. Honestly I don't. And yet I find myself becoming angry when I'm not.

If sleep is the apogee of physical relaxation, boredom is the apogee of mental relaxation. Boredom is the dream bird that hatches the egg of experience.