I'm a poet,' the young man said, 'And it's my job to remember the sadness of things.

There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.

Why'd you want to sing about sad things?" Candy had asked him. "Because any fool can be happy," he'd said to her. "It takes a man with real heart" —he'd made a fist and laid it against his chest— "to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

Words are sexier than flesh.

Never believe your eyes

What I tried to do is deliver movies that have worked for me more than once.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lover's work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.