I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

Even when you feel you've reached the end or edge of life, hold on. Life itself will ultimately take care of you.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

If you love somebody, tell them.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

Love is a kind of military service.

I can't see any hope but a second front. The psychological effect would be great, even if they could not wade all the way to Berlin in 15 to 20 minutes.

To sit alone with my conscience will be judgment enough for me.

It is so much more difficult to live with one's body than with one's soul. One's body is so much more exacting: what it won't have it won't have, and nothing can make bitter into sweet.

I don't think it's going to be possible for the next generation of writers to tell stories without telling stories about telling stories.

Whatever else I do before finally I go to my grave, I hope it will not be looking after young people.

When I started auditioning, I'd take any audition I could get. The more dramatic ones didn't go as well as the comedic.

Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies.

Everything we do is motivated by love. Even fear and hate are born of love. So be careful what you love.