In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone's true character is revealed.

A library is infinity under a roof.

There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over. When you do, the words get inside you, become a part of you, in a way that words in a book you've read only once can't.

And so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after.

Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.

When you become a teenager, you step onto a bridge. You may already be on it. The opposite shore is adulthood. Childhood lies behind. The bridge is made of wood. As you cross, it burns behind you

That's funny, you're funny. I like you, I'm quite taken by you.

There's nothing wrong with reading a book you love over and over.

My favorite of my books is DAVE AT NIGHT, because it's loosely based on my father's childhood in an orphanage.

Who judges the judge who judges wrong?

I want to be with you forever and beyond.

Leaving knots untied and scattering seeds to distract them will only work on vampires with OCD.

There was something scary and anxiety-inducing about being in a space where nothing seemed to be forbidden to him, where everything was offered to him and nothing was asked in return

Sometimes I just get tired. I get headaches, and I just lose track. I mean, it's like which is me and which is the role? Where's the line between me and my shadow?

To photograph people is to obligate them in some way to face things they weren't expecting to.

The turkey that President Obama will pardon this Thanksgiving is from California. The turkey said, "I don't need a pardon. I need a job.'

Acting is just a job. I'm exactly the same as that lady bringing us coffee, and I have to remember that.

The modern suburb is the product of the car, the five-day week, and the "bankers' hours" of the masses.

Of course we're all programmed genetically to some extent. But the "selfish gene" thesis doesn't explain everything.

And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.

Desire attained is not desire, But as the cinders of the fire.