Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

Art is by nature optimistic. Art is optimistic because it is alive.

Maybe I need to immerse the fabric of my soul in torrential nature of Christmas, and in doing so to finally understand that it is the very thing that can make the world what I so wish it were.

Being thankful for and celebrating what is attracts more of what can and will be.

You will do foolish things but do them with enthusiasm.

Soften my hard self-opinionatedness which time has hardened so exceedingly!

I made this movie for $40,000, which was this little black-and-white horror film called Dementia 13, which we made in about nine days.

It's important to realize that the images are everywhere, not just where you want or expect them to be.

Readers transform a library from a mausoleum into many theaters.

We must be pure. I do not speak merely of the purity of the senses. We must observe great purity in our will, in our intentions, in all our actions.

I don't really consider myself a horror director or a violent director at all.

I'm not smart, but I like to observe. Millions saw the apple fall, but Newton was the one who asked why.