The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.

I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve with you.

Life is full of strange absurdities, which, strangely enough, do not even need to appear plausible, since they are true.

Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be - like the reality of yesterday - an illusion tomorrow.

All I'm saying is that you should show some respect for what other people see with their eyes and feel with their fingers, even though it be the exact opposite.

It is so.When YOU think so

If we have no other reality beyond the illusion, you too must not count overmuch on your reality as you feel it today, since, like that of yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

My opinion is a view I hold until... well, until I find something that changes it.

If only we could see in advance all the harm that can come from the good we think we are doing.

Logic is one thing, the human animal another. You can quite easily propose a logical solution to something and at the same time hope in your heart of hearts it won't work out.

A failure is always in the passenger seat in his or her life.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.

Admitting pain humbles us to the reality of our personal histories and our present conditions. We no longer have to pretend we are something that we are not.

A winner endures all pain.

Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them, but their voices live in the library.

but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence.

remember that though humility, without firmness, may be cowardly, yet courage without humility is presumptuous.

My self-absorption warms me; yours boils me.

Obviously there are a lot of 12-year-olds over in America who are incredible singers.

Incidentally, I'm still looking for acting work, my first love.