I'm from the same planet as David Bowie.

Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place.

I never quite understand the way society decides who is beautiful and who is not. But an open face and a capacity for kindness always feel like reliable signifiers to me.

Most of us live our whole lives without having an adventure to call our own.

It's a real comfort zone for me to feel alien.

How do we identify ourselves, and how do we settle into other people's expectations for our identity?

I would rather be handsome for an hour than pretty for a week.

This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing.

I'm really interested in the idea of long, long life and transformation and immortality.

I'm interested in that whole question of where we wear our identity and how can we see it.

I think there's a dishonorable tradition in Hollywood to give the idea, particularly to children, that evil characters are dark.

Ah! Let the soul dance with joyLet us sit in dark deep silencenow feel, see and enjoy!

Morals

I will have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted upon a pole, and underwrit: "Here you may see the tyrant, Macbeth

When you come to a fork in the road, be still, and see with your mind's eye. There you find the clarity you seek.

Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

My father kept his distance from working-class American blacks.

The capitalist class is interested in keeping the workingmen divided among themselves. Hence it foments race and religious animosities that come down from the past.

I'm not a bourgeois person, never will be.

Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.