The man was hit in one eye by a stone, and that eye turned inward so that it looked into his mind, and he died of what he saw there

Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps. It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.

Those who fear the imagination condemn it: something childish, they say, something monsterish, misbegotten. Not all of us dream awake. But those of us who do have no choice.

It’s an odd thing, happiness. Some people take happiness from gold. Or black pearls. And some of us, far more fortunate, take their happiness from periwinkles.

There was the gaudy patch of sunflowers beside the west gate of the palace of the Prince of Ombria, that did nothing all day long but turn their golden-haired, thousand-eyed faces to follow the sun.

She is our moon. Our tidal pull. She is the rich deep beneath the sea, the buried treasure, the expression in the owl's eye, the perfume in the wild rose. She is what the water says when it moves.

The odd thing about people who had many books was how they always wanted more.

Night is not something to endure until dawn. It is an element, like wind or fire. Darkness is its own kingdom; it moves to its own laws, and many living things dwell in it.

Words, he decided, were inadequate at best, impossible at worst. They meant too many things. Or they meant nothing at all.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.

From the moment that man submits God to moral judgment, he kills Him his own heart.

It's one of the most important things in life to provide someone with a job.

After living with Richard, I discovered that men are only good at cleaning stuff they can hose down.

As an English actress constantly playing Americans, you already had to step way out of your box in that way.

I think it killed my sister as the times she was living in were so conformist. This is a subject I really want to deal with. I want to start making films about female rage.

Those who refuse the long drudgery of thought, and think with the heart rather than the head, are ever the most fiercely dogmatic in tone.

Know the enemy and know yourself.

Who are we to say what's right for civilizations that were already thousands of years old when our own nation came into being?

Kennedy after all has lots of glamour - Gregory Peck with an atom bomb in his holster.

I wouldn't call myself a modern Shakespeare, but Shakespeare was probably to his generation what I am to mine.