I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

Come. We must go deeper with no justice and no jokes.

That's one of the great sadnesses of any life - knowing what you know now and then remembering what you did not know then.

If you look at Japanese film, it is made up of collage or bricolage, it is made up of lists, and suddenly when you stand back from the lists you begin to see the pattern of a life.

He came to this country like a torch on fire and he swallowed air as he walked forward and he gave out light

...the heart is an organ of fire.

Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.