There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.

Forgiveness is the highest form of a gift of kindness and it brings freedom from the prison of hatred and revenge.

It is better to find your own faults and rectify them than to find thousands of faults in others.

My biggest challenge is to not do urban movies for the rest of my life, those alpha hoodies.

I try to turn a written thing, when I'm in trouble with it, into a spoken thing: I start imagining what I would say to someone if I were trying to tell the story or make the argument.

I thank God that I have been meeting so many people who want to help me.

Arms are instruments of ill omen, not the instruments of the gentleman. When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish.

The Cat was a creature of absolute convictions, and his faith in his deductions never varied.

Not knowing what's happening, from script to script, as an actor and as a character, lends itself to the same tension and anxiety of not knowing what's happening.

In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.

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