How lucky we are, when we are spared what we think we want!

You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

In a country that doesn't discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

Time itself made all things rare.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

Not that happiness is dull. Only that it doesn't tell well. And of our consuming diversions as we age is to recite, not only to others but to ourselves, our own story.

...whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.

I thought at the time that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

I was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in someone else's story.

My mind is huge with little stories that I never told you.

People are fragile. They die of mistakes, of overdoses, of sickness. But mostly they die of Death.

Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form.

To those of you who seek lost objects of history, I wish you the best of luck. They're out there, and they're whispering.

I can't see how I'd learn to be a better actor from reading reviews.

I've a full-length triple-panel mirror in which I can see every possible angle, and I spend quite a lot of time in front of it.

I guess [coming out publicly] seems like a weight off my shoulders. I’ve been playing a lot better than I’ve ever played before. I think I’m just enjoying myself and I’m happy.

The only person that I have met, that I have ever been in awe of, is Eddie Vedder.

Photographs furnish evidence. Something we hear about, but doubt, seems proven when we're shown a photograph of it.

What do we call the river? Every moment the water is changing, the shore is changing, every moment the environment is changing, what is the river then? It is the name of this series of changes.