I'm worried about my friend not being imagined complexly enough.

Isn’t it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully?

One day I realized, without God, nothing matters. So, I asked Him into my heart.

God is the reason I’m surviving, but he’s sure used you in my life wonderfully. I love you.

I'm not sure if it was entirely sadness that caused the tears, but there was so much love. And that's all that mattered. Despite the fear, despite the sadness, despite the pain, there was love.

I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad.

We hope you have found challenge in your path this morning.” -- Laniel, Abbot of Bilkar the Furred

I went through about six or seven painting methods just to see what I didn't want to do. And then I got off the wall, and went into the environment.

I wouldnt mind being in an American film for a laugh, but I certainly dont want to be in Thingy Blah Blah 3, if you know what I mean.

Partying at a club is very different than when I'm throwing a party at my house. My party's a rage. People rage when they come to my house.

There is an element of the busybody in our conception of virtue: unless a man makes himself a nuisance to a great many people, we do not think he can be an exceptionally good man.

When I look at where I’ve been, I see that what I am becoming is a whole lot further down the road from where I was.

Talent deserves to be honored. Hands deserve to be slapped if you do something stupid as well, but don't take it too far.

I spent all of my money on film. I remember I would do these set-design jobs or transcribe or just anything to get, like, a $100 check and go immediately to Adorama and buy expired film.

God, come down, if you're really there - Well, you're the one who claims to care!

Your love is the oil in my lamp of life. Your body the wick that burns casting a blanket of comfort over me as the darkness closes in....I love you