cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.

listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot

Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.

I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours