Like two lost souls, we fall in each other's arms, hoping to find ourselves again.

Like two lost souls, we fall asleep in each other's arms, hoping to find ourselves once again.

I gave my heart away to somebody long time ago- when I was barely a man. And I never got it back.

So what? All writers are lunatics!

Hope keeps you alive.

For everything about him fitting her fantasy image of what she wanted, she still didn’t feel seen by him…and that made her all the more aware that maybe her fantasy wasn’t what she wanted at all.

I think women should be seductive, not triste. Theres enough sadness in life now without making women look sad, too.

you've got to learn to walk through a pigpen and not get dirty.

A Passage to India. It is my favourite movie.

And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead!

Marriage is a psychological condition, not a civil contract and a license. Once a marriage is dead, it is dead, and it begins to stink faster than a dead fish.

Players have two things to do. Play and keep their mouths shut.

There's nothing as human as hunger. There's no creation without talent, I give you that, but talent is cheap. Talent goes begging. Hunger is the piston of art.