Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

The dream of poor Bazin had always been to serve a man of the cloth.

It did not last: the Devil howling 'Ho, Let Einstein be, ' restored the status quo.

We cannot, of course, disprove God, just as we can't disprove Thor, fairies, leprechauns and the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

I have the ability to create and be in touch with God. I can't change bread and wine into body and blood, but I can take the scum or the slime of the earth and make it into a man or woman.

There is a hidden agenda in the fragility of romance.

I'm just trying to rid the world of all these fevered egos that are tainting our collective unconscious.

Basically you can do anything in a film. I could have place a spaceship in the middle of a street. You can do anything, and I love to talk about this because is so organic to the process.

We are bound only by the limits of our imaginations.

Never attempt to teach a pig to sing; it wastes your time and annoys the pig.