'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

To believe in God is to know that all the rules will be fair, and that there will be wonderful surprises.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

You can't go around hoping that most people have sterling moral characters. The most you can hope for is that people will pretend that they do.

My father died when I was really young, on Christmas Day.

I get crushes on directors because they are so brilliant.

Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it's their kryptonite

In retrospect, our triumphs could as easily have happened to someone else; but our defeats are uniquely our own.

farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.

First and foremost, I just want to write comedy.

Conventionally, one looks at history as something of the past. But after Einstein, who knows what is in the past and what is in the present?

There's a fine line between participation and mockery.

I work between my heartbeat. I have one-and-a-half seconds to actually move. And at the same time I have to watch I don’t inhale my own work.