I envy the happiness of others... I envy the sense of belonging... I seem always to be remaking myself.

I can't think of anyone I admire who isn't fuelled by self-doubt. It's an essential ingredient. It's the grit in the oyster.

I am interested in the gap between what people say and what they think - the undiscovered world of people's lives. Lives of quiet desperation.

I think the collision between the First and Third world is going to become more and more conspicuous. It's the big cliff that we've all got to climb.

I've always argued, unsuccessfully, that there's no point in giving money to the arts unless you educate people in them.

What we hold in our heads - our memory, our feelings, our thoughts, our sense of our own history - is the sum of our humanity.

Resolution, like responsibility, is a product of ownership, and kids can't resolve a conflict until they figure out how they contributed to it.

If the arts are held up solely as a means of social insight, fantasy is denied the chance to be commonplace and reality the chance to be exotic.

You can't be minimalist as a director until you have acquired the experience and confidence to say no.

Naming a baby is an act of poetry, for many people the only creative moment of their lives.

I see a light in the kitchen. Let us not deprive Molly any longer of the chance to deplore how thin you are.

How on earth did I get here, and where the hell are my pants?

Love is indiscriminate in the path it takes to find you.

Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

Touring definitely helps sell albums. Things have changed. I've noticed now more than ever when you market an album, get radio play/video play etc. it helps sell albums but it helps get more shows.

What the mind dwells upon, the body acts upon.

Let us...once and forever put an end to that lie which says that Calvinism and an interest in evangelism are not comparable.

There are as many ways of living a good life as there are people living lives.

I hate that whole Tarantino thing about beating up women and killing them and chopping up. Just because you have the mind of a 12 year old.

When I was kidnapped as a child my parents sent a letter to the hijackers me Pay 5,000 dollars or your back