Let us rejoice that we are poor, And have no gold to keep: We do not need to bar the door Ere we can go to sleep.

Like cats' eyes gleaming in the gloom, the precious diamonds rest.

Each step, each strain of the eye Opens out a new horizon; And every day throws in our way Something new, to grow more wise on.

Look in, and know the mind is all that is; And knowing, feeling it is all, Then have ye all.

Don’t try to smell the flowers without planting them.

The rose has no 'Why?' It flowers because it flowers.

Were you indeed not blinded by the Curse Of Self-exile, that still grows worse and worse, Yourselves would know that, though you see him not, He is with you this Moment, on this Spot.

Every day you waste is one you can never make up.

I grew up with a house full of dogs. My mother was a great nature lover and taught us to have almost a religious sense of respect for the natural world.

I know that so many women don't have a choice. They could lose their job if they say, 'I need to leave because I don't have childcare.'

I don't know why people think I'm this ad-lib dude.

The loneliness of writing is that you baffle your friends and change the lives of strangers.

Martial arts is the kind of action that does tie in well to the supernatural.

As a director, I know everybody's job, and I know how to do it. I can smell bullshit when someone's telling me it can't be done, because I've seen it done a hundred thousand times.