The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

I doubt we will ever be forgiven. All I hope is – they'll remember we were human beings

Time is light, time is dark. You either dance, or you fall.

The spaces between the perceiver and the thing perceived can [...] be closed with a shout of recognition.

He said that in a way being loved is like being told you never have to die.

And what you do is you go into where your anger is, if you're writing anger, you go into where your hatred is, if you're writing hatred. Your joy is, if you're writing joy. You find the source of the energy that draws hatred, anger, joy, etc., etc., etc. That's what you have to find. That's what you do as an actor and that's what you do as a writer. And you bring people to the page.

I still maintain that an ordinary human being has the right to be horrified by a mangled body seen on an afternoon walk.