My whole life has been decided by fate.

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

Beauty is only a look. It has nothing to do with what I'm like inside.

If you just take it down to bare facts, the reason for living is the reason you make it. I mean the brain was made to create.

I honestly don't understand the big fuss made over nudity and sex in films. It's silly.

I really think that if you live for today, tomorrow takes care of itself.

My definition of love is being full. Complete. It makes everything lighter. Beauty is something you see. Love is something you feel.