We have learned by now that our beauty does not count as a possession. The only thing we truly own is our legend.

The world rushes through us. We are peaceful. We are as deep and black as space. Staring up at the stars, we see only our own image reflected back at us. We are infinite and we are ravenous.

And an ocean can swallow you, even when you can swim.

We are renters and borrowers and, in the end, only thieves.

Being a man is bullshit; maybe trying to be a man had been the problem all along. At a certain point you just have to trust someone. Even if it’s only yourself.

If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless millions who, at the dawn of decision, sat down to wait, and waiting died

Belief in oneself is incredibly infectious. It generates momentum, the collective force of which far outweighs any kernel of self-doubt that may creep in.

The knowledge of one generation is the ignorance of the next.

The thing about me is I have a great little acting school. I teach about 125 students.

I don't know what I'm doing and it's the not knowing that makes it interesting.

Even for practical purposes theory generally turns out the most important thing in the end.

The root of fear is the feeling of not being what you are.

And just as the terrorist seeks to divide humanity in hate, so we have to unify it around an idea. And that idea is liberty.