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

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.

Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

The details are the life of it, I insist, say everything on your mind, don’t hold back, don’t analyze or anything as you go along, say it out.

What's in store for me in the direction I don't take?

I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.