Whoever reflects recognizes that there are empty and lonely spaces between one’s experiences.
I have no problem getting financing. I have a problem catching ideas that I fall in love with for the next feature.
I don't know why people expect art to make sense. They accept the fact that life doesn't make sense.
I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.
I'm not comfortable with words. I love images ,and I love sounds, and I love feelings. I like the idea of intuition. I think a lot of things in life are understood that way. But you internalize these things; they don't really pop out. Certain things are built inside - little areas of understanding. I feel that I live in darkness and confusion, and I'm trying, like we all are, to make some sort of sense of it.
There is this unbounded, infinite, eternal, level, ocean, within every human being. Inner happiness comes with consciousness, bliss, intelligence comes with it. Creativity, love. Human beings have a potential and it has names like enlightenment or fulfilment, or liberation. True happiness is not out there, true happiness lies within. They say beauty is only skin deep but it's this stuff coming from the inside, absolute vibrant consciousness, absolute bliss
Mankind was not meant to suffer -- bliss is our nature. The individual is cosmic. Let's rock.
You said I was weak. You said I couldn't do it. Thank you. You gave me everything I needed to prove you wrong.
Alas, our technology has marched ahead of our spiritual and social evolution, making us, frankly, a dangerous people.
If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.
Wilderness to the people of America is a spiritual necessity, an antidote to the high pressure of modern life, a means of regaining serenity and equilibrium.