This is why I'm here on this planet, at this time, Francesca. Not to travel or make pictures, but to love you. I know that now. I have been falling from the rim of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward you.

The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

We have both lost ourselves and created something else, something that exists only as an interlacing of the two of us.

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.

Life is never easy for those who dream.

It's kind of strange-- in fiction you get to tell lies and are applauded for it.