Where are the feasts we were promised? Where is the wine, the new wine, dying on the vine.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

Windows work two ways, mirrors one way. You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder.

Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself - and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

No one here gets out alive.

O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives.