The primordial fire of reality is going to burn through the hull of our little ego spaceship, and scatter us like stars.

Underneath it all, we are wild and we know it.

Never forget a man who weathered and rescued you from the storm just because you can see the shores.

...and the vessel was not full, his intellect was not satisfied, his soul was not at peace, his heart was not still.

I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful

Going back to the paradigm we live in, the only way to do music is if I can sustain living off of it. If I can't live off of it, I'm not going to be able to make as much music.

I believe you can be the person that you dream of being.

Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.

I would never ever condone any violence of any kind. But in the theater of fiction, blood is delightful.

I am pleased to be praised by a man so praised as you, father. [Words used by Hector.] [Lat., Laetus sum Laudari me abs te, pater, laudato viro.]

When thou hast profited so much that thou respectest even thyself, thou mayst let go thy tutor.

Looking back, I'm proud of what I've been able to do, grateful for the fact that I really have very few, if almost zero, nightmare stories of being on sets and working with the wrong people.