IF you are not for yourself, who will be for you? If you are only for yourself, what are you? If not now, when?
It's the fear of what comes after the doing that makes the doing hard to do.
If you [c]annot find your [h]eart's desire in your own backyard, you never lost it to begin with
I love reading; it's a great way to avoid writing.
One wants to move through life with elegance and grace, blossoming infrequently but with exquisite taste, and perfect timing, like a rare bloom, a zebra orchid. . . One wants. . . But one so seldom gets what one wants, does one?
I have kind of an almost religious feeling about poets. I usually refuse to meet them because I admire them so much. Except for Poe.
Justice precedes beauty. Without justice, beauty is impossible, an obscenity. And when beauty has gone, what does a cameraman do with his eye?
Therapy is like telling your nightmares when you're a kid; they lose their power to hurt and control.
What I notice, as a historian reading stories about so-called nature miracles, the walking on the water, or the miraculous catch of fishes, they're done especially for the insiders, for the disciples. Usually healings and exorcisms are done for people along the road, as it were. Jesus doesn't come on the water to save the fishing fleet from Capernaum, he comes on the water to save the disciples. It's a parable, dummy, it's a parable, don't you get it? If the leadership of the church takes off in a boat without Jesus, it will sink, it will get nowhere.
Truth is the same thing to the understanding, as Music to the ear, and Beauty to the eye.
There are all sorts of reasons why I don't do much work in the theatre, the main one being that after two performances I feel I've given all I can. I hate repetition, I really do. It's like asking a painter to paint he same picture every day of his life.