I am held by the creator of the world. I am opening, I am unbounded, I am luminous, I am powerful.
The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.
We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories. . . And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.
The cat, which is a solitary beast, is single minded and goes its way alone, but, the dog, like his master, is confused in his mind.
Am I dreaming? Has the world gone mad--or have I?
You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.
All actors are whores. They want only one thing: to seduce you.
Drinks, fans and snow - heaven
Her kitsch was the image of home, all peace, quiet, and harmony, and ruled by a loving mother and a wise father. It was an image that took shape in her after the death of her parents. The less her life resembled the sweetest of dreams, the more sensitive she was to its magic, and more than once she shed tears when the ungrateful daughter in a sentimental film embraced the neglected father as the windows of the happy family's house shone out into the dying day.
Reputation, like a face, is the symbol of its possessor and creator, and another can use it only as a mask.