Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.

The functions of intellect are insufficient without courage, love, friendship, compassion and empathy.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.

Petting, scratching, and cuddling a dog could be as soothing to the mind and heart as deep meditation and almost as good for the soul as prayer.

Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one's cow has exploded.

Only once in a generation does anything as fresh as a vomiting detective come along.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Most people tend to think the best of those who are blessed with beauty; we have difficulty imagining that physical perfection can conceal twisted emotions or a damaged mind.

Any drunk who has tried to put his car where a lamppost stands is a self-educated physicist.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.

Life is beautiful, though the circumstances and situations around us may not say so, but life is certainly beautiful

I hope with all my heart there will be painting in heaven.

I would like to make something that is real in itself that does not remind anyone of any other things, and that does not have to be explained like the letter A, for instance.

As the flint contains the spark, unknown to itself, which the steel alone can awaken to life, so adversity often reveals to us hidden gems, which prosperity or negligence would forever have hidden.

Who has not first tried to get out of a tough situation before truly dealing with it?

One of the challenges was to make a cinematic movie about literally talking heads and to try to make it feel like something you want to see in a theater.

For me the first great joy of traveling is simply the luxury of leaving all my beliefs and certainties at home, and seeing everything I thought I knew in a different light, and from a crooked angle.

"The work of art must seize upon you...carry you away."

Experience is the worst teacher; it gives the test before presenting the lesson.

There is one thing that I feel I still have to do and that is gain revenge over Lennox Lewis. If Lewis came back I would find the motivation to return to boxing and beat him.