We extol ancient things, regardless of our own times. [Lat. , Vetera extollimus recentium incuriosi. ]
I can never remember things I didn't understand in the first place.
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?
With hope, a mind is always free.
Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.
My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.
I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the library and all its lovely books?
In Wales it's brilliant. I go to the pub and see everybody who I went to school with. And everybody goes 'So what you doing now?' And I go, 'Oh, I'm doing a film with Antonio Banderas and Anthony Hopkins. ' And they go, 'Ooh, good. ' And that's it.
A person can perform only from strength. One cannot build performance on weakness, let alone on something one cannot do at all.
In the lifetime of one person, we went from figuring out where we came from to figuring out how to get rid of ourselves.