I am truly honored because I know, obviously, what Bob meant to the Twins. I always told myself, when I put a uniform on for the first time in 1998, that I'm going to give everything I have.

No hard feelings, lover. You can't break my heart. It stopped beating a long time ago.

To a homeless man, home is literally where the heart is.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors - that which it loves, and also that which it fears.

In a funny way, the stories keep themselves alive by emerging from one another. I like that.

Frame in terms of what you want to have in the picture, not about making a nice picture, that anybody can do.

If life was fair, Elvis would be alive and all the impersonators would be dead.

An orchestra full of stars can be a disaster.

Cowardice asks the question, is it safe?

When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists.

As long as you are lucky, you will have many friends; if cloudy times appear, you will be alone. -Donec eris felix, multos numerabis amicos; tempora si fuerint nubila, solus eris