Every heart is made of stories.

Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

I played a role. That is what actors do. But I played it too well. I went too far. And by the time I wanted to stop, to take a bow and leave the stage, it was too late.

Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.

I've always admired your rather formidable will, your refusal to back away from difficulties, but sometimes strength isn't about perseverance. Sometimes it's about knowing when to quit.

It's only the body that's gone. Only the body. There's a part that doesn't go in the ground, a part that stays inside you forever.