My main memories of my father are of his illness.

If you have a milkshake and I have a milkshake, and I have a straw and my straw reaches across the room and starts to drink your milkshake... I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!

Being at the centre of a film is a burden one takes on with innocence the first time. Thereafter, you take it on with trepidation.

Everybody has to know for themselves what they're capable of.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

I live in a landscape, which every single day of my life is enriching.

I like things that make you grit your teeth. I like tucking my chin in and sort of leading into the storm. I like that feeling. I like it a lot.

A voice is such a deep, personal reflection of character.

For as long as I can remember, the thing that gave me a sense of wonderment and renewal... has always been the work of other actors.

Acting is about people. Other people. Otherwise, you're not acting, you're doing monologues.

The more articulate somebody is, the more suspicious I am of them. I like to feel that the important things remain unsaid.

She is beyond any mortal structure of words, yet she inspires the effort to try anyway.

Confidence doesn't come from what you think you know, it comes from what you already know.

There is no such a rule that patience leads to salvation! Patience can lead to salvation or it can lead to disaster. Every inaction or every action is open to all the possibilities!

Leaning forward he placed his lips over hers. She told herself he was breathing life into her, but the truth was he'd always been sucking it out, slowly, one breath at a time. - From ENGRAVED

Smoke the pipe of peace, bury the tomahawk, and become one nation.

We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

The house you live in will never fall down, if you pity the stranger who stands at your door.

Reality is not always probable, or likely. But if you're writing a story, you have to make it as plausible as you can, because if not, the reader's imagination will reject it.

The heart of grief, its most difficult challenge, is not "letting go" of those who have died but instead making the transition from loving in presence to loving in separation.