Life, oblivious to his grief, continued

He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.

I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

You agree - I'm sure you agree that beauty is the only thing worth living for.

He is the truly courageous man who never desponds.

I'm not trying to be a solution or create a freer, utopian world. I think my music dreams of it, though.

What gives you pleasure and joy? Let those be the things that lead you forward in life.

I am not interested in the afterlife. Religion is supposed to be about losing your ego, not preserving it eternally in optimum conditions.

If I wasn't an actor, I would probably be writing or doing something with psychology.

Anyone who has obeyed nature by transmitting a piece of gossip experiences the explosive relief that accompanies the satisfying of a primary need.

The real person you are is revealed in the moments when you're certain no other person is watching. When no one is watching, you are driven by what you expect of yourself.