Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

Just because your doctor has a name for your condition, doesn't mean he knows what it is.

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

I am free and that is why I am lost.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.

As I count my blessings, I feel God's Loving Hands touching each of them.

God will only push you off a cliff if He's going to give you wings to fly.

Do your emotions influence You or are You influenced by your emotions?

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

I called Vee. "How are you doing?" I asked. "Good. How are you?" "Good." Silence. "Okay," Vee said in a rush, "I am still totally freaked out. You?" "Totally.

On the field, blacks have been able to be super giants. But, once our playing days are over, this is the end of it and we go back to the back of the bus again.

I'm just back in line with every other actor looking for a job right now and keeping my fingers crossed.

Raw toast," Lucas said grimly, shaking his head. "It goes against the very nature of man.

Hollywood has unfortunately become a memory. It's nothing but a sign on the side of a hill.

Last year, I reviewed a nine-hour documentary about the lives of Mongolian yak herdsmen, and I would rather see it again than sit through The Frighteners.