She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.

You were my home, Mother. I had no home but you

If sinners where so unhappy, why would they prefer their suffering? But now I knew why. Without my wounds, who was I?

To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm really a more contemplative kind of person. I like to sit at home and think, a lot.

Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.

I wondered where he was now whether I would ever hear him again. Whether someone would love him, someday show him what beauty mean't.