The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it

Compared to a novel, a film is like an economy pizza where there are no olives, no ham, no anchovies, no mushrooms, and all you’ve got is the dough.

What keeps me going is my children.

We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other.

He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.

We have roots that grow towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom has fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.