Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

In a sense who you are has always been a story that you told to yourself. Now your self is a story that you tell to others.

Sex complicates, but it is the power of love to simplify.

I'm in the back of a limousine with Charlie Chaplin and it’s 1928. Charlie is beautiful; his body language seems to skip, and reel and rhyme, heartbreaking and witty at the same time. It seems to promise a better world.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

You know, all the evil in the world, all the sadness comes from not having a good answer to that question: What do I do next? You just keep thinking of good things to do, lad. You'll be all right. We'll all be all right. I wanted you to know that.

Everything goes, everything is lost, eventually. But if something is good, it doesn't matter what happens. The ending is still happy.