May this house stand until an ant drinks the ocean and a tortoise circles the world.

Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

The only two important things in life are real love and being at peace with yourself.

Learn to wait; invariably either things will change or your heart will.

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.

The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.

People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.

Sometimes you have to give up on people. Not because you don't care, but because they don't.

Good literature boils down to two things: How interesting is the story you are telling, and how interesting is your telling.

Friendship improves happiness, abates misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief.

I moved to the city in August of 1980, and someone I thought was a friend had an apartment in this wedding cake of a building, so I slept on her couch for a few days.

George Bush taking credit for the wall coming down is like the rooster taking credit for the sun rising.

I have a couple freeloader friends, but it's okay. I know they're gonna come in with their arms flying in the air empty-handed.

All the films I do, I write the scripts, I direct.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

For me optimism is two lovers walking into the sunset arm in arm. Or maybe into the sunrise - whatever appeals to you.

The test is always how we treat the poor.

This is a portrait of Iris Clert if I say so.