So he'll keep dragging himself up this bridge between possible worlds, this rickety ruin of light, trying to imagine it might matter if he makes it to the other side.

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

Time is all we have. Love is all we need.

It is so fatally easy to make young children believe that they are horrible.

If you do not tell me, I don’t wish to know.

We are all so much together, but we are all dying of loneliness.

Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.

I say to everybody, 'Adoption is not for the faint of heart.'

We didn't call it a sport necessarily, and skaters definitely weren't thought of as athletes, we were thought of as misfits.

My family didn't have any money growing up. I'm just a girl from the ghetto; from Indio, California.

There's no point in making a movie just to be making a movie.