There had been times when he knew, somewhere in him, that he would get used to it, whatever it was, because he had learnt that some hard things became softer after a very little while.

You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended.

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.

It struck him that how you spent Christmas was a message to the world about where you were in life, some indication of how deep a hole you had managed to burrow for yourself

Reciprocation was a pretty powerful stimulant to the imagination.

What good were real feelings anyway?

That was his mother. When she wasn't crying over the breakfast cereal, she was laughing about killing herself.

he was home on his own and listening to the sort of music he needed to listen to when he felt like this, music that seemed to find the sore spot in him and press up hard against it...

Will wrestled with his conscience, grappled it to the ground and sat on it until he couldn't hear a squeak out of it.

In all animals, egoism is in a seed-form. It bears effect as a tree in the human life form! If the egoism is destroyed, ‘one’ becomes the ‘Absolute Supreme Self’[parmatma]!

I am extraordinarily lucky, I was born in a family of strong moral values, and in my life I was able to do what I liked best: debuts, great theatres, but above all, inner and deep satisfaction.

We can't search or attain well being, wealth, studying, justice or kindness usually. Action is all the time particular, concrete, individualized, distinctive.

Psychology and acting are very closely linked. It's just about studying people and how they work. It can be an incredible discipline and exercise.

The grave is sooner cloy'd than men's desire.

Men of ideas and men of action have much to learn from each other, and the truly great are men of both action and abstraction.

The trouble with us in America isn't that the poetry of life has turned to prose, but that it has turned to Advertising copy.

Martin O'Neill, standing, hands on hips, stroking his chin.

When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.

Maturity is often more absurd than youth and very frequently is most unjust to youth.