In a Town like Twin Peaks noone is innocent

I like cappuccino, actually. But even a bad cup of coffee is better than no coffee at all.

I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.

I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.

This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.

We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination.

Mankind was not meant to suffer -- bliss is our nature. The individual is cosmic. Let's rock.

Absurdity is what I like most in life.

It's so freeing, it's beautiful in a way, to have a great failure, there's nowhere to go but up.

We only dream of images we already have inside of us.

I supported myself by delivering the 'Wall Street Journal' and doing odd jobs. I love plumbing and carpentry.

Man lives consciously for himself, but serves as an unconscious instrument for the achievement of historical, universally human goals.

I cried out at the sudden visitation of pain, everyone in a silent church standing in a rustle of suits and dresses to bend back their longest fingernail.

If we live good lives the times are also good. As we are such are the times.

The trick is to try and justify every word on the page and make sure my character is the man who would say that.

My men and I have decided that our boss, the president of the United States, is as tough as woodpecker lips.

Politico reports, multiple advisers to the Right To Rise super Pac concede privately that the $40 million spent on positive ads aimed at telling Bush's story yielded no tangible dividends.

Everything kills you, you're dying everyday. You're either dying everyday or you're living every day and I'm living everyday.

I always say everyone was lucky enough to be in a Cate Blanchett movie.

Every profession has its own culture, but the police look at the world differently to everybody else. I call it a 'healthy culture of suspicion'.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?