How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

You'll probably die if you stay with me, ' he told me.'Then I'm dead either way, because I won't survive without you.

All you need to know about the light is in being in the dark.

To make a difference is just... I think... the purpose of what life is.

Math does come easily to me, but I was always much more interested in what theorems imply about the world than in proving them.

Believing right doctrine will no more save you, than doing good works will save you.

Our job is not to set things right but to see them right.

I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark.

I'm a believer that people need to understand that filmmaking is not a perfect process for anybody. It is a process in which you find the film and the film finds you. And that is every film.

There's an oatmeal cookie in there. I see no reason for the existence of oatmeal, particularly in cookies.

I'm not an idealist anymore, I'm a bitter realist.