The eternal spacecreates the temporary spacesand anti-spacesfor zero.

I’m more than this kinesthetic intelligence of us trapped in this great chain of being that belongs to all of us.

I need to open this door of self in order to throw out everything that is useless and to save the meaning ofthe things I have to keep.

There is a human reification needingan eschatological regression.

Accepting the nonexistence of being, when the absence of existence means the negation of being.

If the truth was equal to the lie, and our love was equal to our hatred, we would become absolutely nil persons.

There is the fullness of our love, whereGod is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.

There are, in fact, a cognitive itchand a divination using the human formwhile being alive, when life is not alive in its own senseexcept for the eternity.

I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where the echoes trail off almost forever the horizon.

You can understand my inner reactionsmore clearly than me because you can see me as a whole.

God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages.

The future belongs to the risk-takers, not the comfort-seekers .

In Liberia, the big challenge that remains for us is job creation. We want young people to work or go to school. That is our main preoccupation right now.

When you're an actor and you walk into a theatre where your movie is playing, you're kinda proud. "Look at my skill!"

He wasn’t allowed to come with me there—my own rule for this little adventure. No more. Good-bye, Aspen.

I only show emotion at home, and in my bed.

To make a movie is very grueling at times. Long, long hours and cold weather.

When I'm editing, I try to bring out some dramatic structure. I think it is about theater in some way; it is a little play.

It is a luxury to put our interests first. It is an honor to put the interests of others before our own.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate