Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.

There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which... is within the souls of men.

I never want to know the range of my voice. It has to be impulsive, and I don't want to kill the mystery.

I want in 40 years to still be acting and to more than anything have longevity and not just be this huge flash in the pan and then disappear.

Now it's like a fog has lifted. I sense Leetu just as clearly as I can see the moon.' Your eyes are closed, and the moon as a haze around it.

A man, in his books, may be said to walk the earth a long time after he is gone.

Or - perhaps - I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.

He pours light into our minds, arouses our desire and gives us strength... As the soul is the life of the body, so the Holy Spirit is the life of our souls.

Prolong not the past Invite not the future Do not alter your innate wakefulness Fear not appearances There in nothing more than this

When I said I no longer wanted to be a painter, that I wanted to be an actor, the first thing I did was get a stinking job in an insurance building.