Failure is sucess if we learn from it.
I've led a very isolated existence since I was 6 years old. It's kind of been me and my mind.
I had all the fame anyone could want, and I ran away from it.
I am a collection of thoughts and memories and likes and dislikes. I am the things that have happened to me and the sum of everything I've ever done. I am the clothes I wear on my back. I am every place and every person and every object I have ever come across. I am a bag of bones stuck to a very large rock spinning a thousand miles an hour.
I hope I'm remembered as the king of the world, the noble man who united all the nations of the earth. But that probably won't happen.
I don't even get an allowance.
I'm not one of those people who needs that gratification of doing, like, 10 films a year.
In Tanganyika we believe that only evil, Godless men would make the color of a mans skin the criteria for granting him civil rights.
. . . the Rule of Agreement reminds you to “respect what your partner has created” and to at least start from an open-minded place. Start with a YES and see where that takes you.
In an ideal world, I'd spend every weekend at my home in Zermatt in Switzerland.
Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.