I wanted to deal with someone's idea of their relationship.

You are what you love. Not what loves you.

I think of myself as a guy who tries to write screenplays and now has tried to direct one. Anything more than that is meaningless and it gets in the way of being a real human being.

I do like escapism. I like going to the movies on a Friday night and seeing something fun.

The only honest and generous thing for me to do is to give people myself. That's all I've got as an artist, so I want to do that in an unflinching way.

The passionate ones, the ones who go after what they want, may not get what they want, but they remain vital, in touch with themselves, and when they lie on their deathbeds, they have few regrets.

Everything I've written is personal - it's the only way I know how to write.

You and I share the same DNA. Is there anything more lonely than that?

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see that shows me the least bit of attention?

Clementine: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon. Joel: I know. Clementine: What do we do? Joel: Enjoy it.

There are nearly thirteen million people in the world. None of those people is an extra. They're all the leads of their own stories. They have to be given their due.

When we see death, we see disaster. When Jesus sees death, he sees deliverance!

Who can say they saw a whole play or read a whole book? Each has their own experience, their own play, their own book

I come from a place where everything about me, even my body language, is saying: I mean you no harm. I smile, I laugh. Basic stuff for most people.

Out of moderation a pure happiness springs.

The answer will only arrive after we stop looking for it.

Horses are 100% better that people. I love hanging out with my horse, chilling. They're so amazing and ethereal. I could hang with horses all day.

It was not his job at square leg to inform the batsman what I was doing. I did nothing for which I need to apologise.

Publicity, discussion, and agitation are necessary to accomplish any work of lasting benefit.

The notion that inventors are anorak-wearing crackpots with glasses held together with Sellotape is beguiling but wrong.

If I can wheedle A knife or a needle, Why not a Silver Churn?