There was a duplication of myself involved, perhaps even a triplication.There was I who was writing. There was I whom I could remember. And there was I of whom I wrote, the protagonist of the story.

I had imagined myself into existence. I wrote because of an inner need, and that need was to create a clearer vision of myself, and in writing I became what I wrote.

And see the peaceful trees extendtheir myriad leaves in leisured dance—they bear the weight of sky and cloudupon the fountain of their veins.

I love English rock music the best and have always been fascinated by The Clash, especially Joe Strummer, their singer.

I don't know about "dream role." I do so many dramatic roles or period films or [play] traumatized people or stressed-out people or very intense things, high stakes happening all the time.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.

Party loyalty lowers the greatest men to the petty level of the masses.

Try not to get lost in comparing yourself to others. Discover your gifts and let them shine!

If you give up freedom to get security, you deserve neither.

Men are so simple of mind, and so much dominated by their immediate needs, that a deceitful man will always find plenty who are ready to be deceived.

I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

Knowing not grieving remembers a thousand savage and lonely streets.