From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

When Self (Khuda) is realized, egoism (Aap-khudi) goes away.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

I always believed in love, compassion and a sense of universal respect. Every human being has that potential.

If I help one person out with getting through the struggles that I've had, then I've done my job on this planet and this life.

The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.

I became an actor so I didn't have to be myself.

And one thing I can be proud of is we have a 'Come and Try Fishing' day every year. And there's 20 venues throughout the state, and see, these thousands of kids who've never been fishing come along.

We thought we'd be really big in Liverpool.

There is no point drumming up noise about a cause, if you are not willing to take a beating for it.

The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.