...most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.

The road to enlightenment is long and difficult, and you should try not to forget snacks and magazines.

The depth of the feeling continued to surprise and threaten me, but each time it hit again and I bore it...I would discover that it hadn't washed me away.

Then the singing enveloped me. It was furry and resonant, coming from everyone's very heart. There was no sense of performance or judgment, only that the music was breath and food.

Mine was a patchwork God, sewn together from bits of rag and ribbon, Eastern and Western, pagan and Hebrew, everything but the kitchen sink and Jesus.

The clipping said forgiveness meant that God is for giving, and that we are here for giving too, and that to withold love or blessings is to be completely delusional.

And I guess when you take away the resentment and disappointment, it's that simple. It is what we do in families: we help, because we were helped.

I tell you, families are definitely the training ground for forgiveness.

I'll live as well, as deeply, as madly as I can--until I die.

I watched him carefully. He was making art because he has to, and because he's brave enough to try and make contact, right there on the edge of madness, where he dreams.

Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.

In Texas, if your name is Carlos, you're a Mexican. In Florida, you're a Cuban. In New York, you're a Puerto Rican. And I come here and I find out I'm an Eskimo.

None of us always make the best financial decisions.

As an actor, you go through life thinking "This stop is the last stop," so you just put your heart and soul into everything and do your best work.

I wouldn't want to be just pigeonholed as an extravagant director.

In their behavior toward creatures, all men are Nazis. Human beings see oppression vividly when they're the victims. Otherwise they victimize blindly and without a thought.

And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound.

It's foul what this money could do, cash corrupts the loyal.

The only way I can't hit .300 is if there's something physically wrong with me.