Sadistic literature is not only inhumane. It is anti-human.

Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna.

The only way to live is to accept each minute as an unrepeatable miracle, which is exactly what it is: a miracle and unrepeatable.

Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.

Surprise will be my last emotion, not fear.

For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received.

Hope is a talent like any other.

Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present.

You can't argue with a raging want. You can, but it is useless.

She did not so much cook as assassinate food.

Nationalism will keep its venom until we succeed in creating an image of the nations of the whole world as so many provinces.

Religious discrimination is not like racial discrimination. One you choose for yourself, the other God chose for you.

We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other's children.

It feels wonderful to be go back to the 1940s and recreate the whole era through my clothes, voice and body language. I am tired of playing the larger-than-life hero.

The failure of love, that's what all laws are really.

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

I always find it a little scary to say that I'm like a character.

Sadness comes, joy comes, and everything passes by. What remains always is the witness. The witness is beyond all polarities.

The ocean humbles you. You can go and win a world title, but you're never going to beat the ocean.

I guess after Dances With Wolves they probably tried some derivative westerns, and if they didn't work, they said the western is dead and moved on to something else

One's complete sentences are attempts, as often as not, to complete an incomplete self with words.