These are the things you don’t say, even to someone you love.

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

I stare out at the real world projected on the windows

His suffering was no more real than he was.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

I am not just wondering, God is ordering my footsteps and His words are lamp to my path.

The deeper interior you have the more you have in your library.

Music is therapy. Music moves people. It connects people in ways that no other medium can. It pulls heart strings. It acts as medicine.

Working with amazing people, you continue to learn and develop yourself, as an actor and as a person.

It was only one life. What is one life in the affairs of a state?

My Hinduism must be a very poor thing if it cannot flourish even under the most adverse influence.

She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.

I have always considered it despicable to grovel for your life as if life were a favor. If you cannot live the way you want, there is no point in living

As my mom says, I was a little bit of a slacker in high school. I really was just kind of unmotivated, a little bit lazy, so my grades weren't that good.

I just hope to make a difference.