To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

Art is by nature optimistic. Art is optimistic because it is alive.

The shortest distance between two people is a smile.

Love is a strange feeling indeed, a feeling that every person must experience at least once in his or her life. A feeling that makes us feel one with God!

Trust your heart, and the answer will always become clear.

I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, for a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

If tolerance is taken to the point where it tolerates the destruction of those same principles that made tolerance possible in the first place, it becomes intolerable.

There is no democracy of facts.

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine.

But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

I don't really think of things in terms of legacy or where I stand in the history of Nintendo or anything like that.

If I was to direct Ron Howard, I guarantee you, I would put him through a living hell every day. I would demand so much of him. We wouldn't quit until he leaves the set crying. Weeping! Spent!