You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

Language is the apparel in which your thoughts parade before the public.

It's strange how in childhood it feels like tomorrow won't come until the end of forever, but in adulthood it feels like the end of forever could come tomorrow.

It’s awfully difficult to be ‘right’ when you don’t have all the information.

I've been in a relationship for almost two years now, so I'm kind of locked in there. My mind doesn't even really remember when I was single, to be honest.

But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.

People are not theirs thoughts, they think they are, and it brings them all kinds of sadness.

Imperceptibly the hours glide on, and beguile us as they pass.

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

I'm not aware that I was consciously influenced by any director, though these things often happen unnoticed, submerged in the unconscious.