My father was quite an attractive guy. He was very intelligent and very amusing. I didn't like him. He was always very nice to me but I just didn't like him.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

Personally, I rather think that if you're not creative you've got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you've got a double problem.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

That's the question: is truth an illusion, or is illusion truth, or are they essentially the same? Myself, I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.