Give someone more time and they'll appear to have done more with it.

I sound contemptuous, but I am not. I am interested--intrigued even--by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.

Those who live in memories are never really dead.

It'll be a change, " says Marcus. "Something different.""Not a mystery."Marcus laughs. "No. Not a mystery. Just a nice safe history."Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing.

...home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children. But whether tomorrow or years from now, I cannot guess.

Poisons are more my thing

I had forgotten, I suppose, that there were bright memories in amongst the dark.

As if I hadn't spent a lifetime pretending to forget.

There was some part of me that never left that house. Rather, some part of the house that wouldn't leave me.

Ah, my darling. But there is no such thing [as a nice safe history].

And I knew then that there would be no telling me what he saw. I understand somehow that certain images, certain sounds, could not be shared and could not be lost.

The pain in your muscles and the sweat in your brow after doing a work the hard and honest way make you feel proud of yourself!

When you love something or someone it transforms that thing or person. When you allow yourself to be loved, it transforms you.

Actors are supposed to be these runaways that get in a covered wagon filled with hats and tambourines and go from town to town making people smile.

This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through.

The chief function of color should be to serve expression as well as possible.

The only truly alien planet is Earth.

Also the wonderful thing about film, you can see light at the end of the tunnel. You did realize that it is going to come to an end at some stage.

The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.

Nothing is worse than extreme affliction which destroys the "I" from the outside, because after that we can no longer destroy it ourselves.

Why do they call it the Department of Interior when they are in charge of everything outdoors?