Don't blame yourself, or worry. Neither does a bit of good.
. . . the voice was indisputable. It continued to swear with that breadth and variety that distinguishes the swearing of a cultivated man.
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.
I didn't know what types of movies I wanted to do. I want to do things that are different. I want to take my time with each role.
I am extremely grateful. And that brings me back to reality on the days I am complaining about something.
Rather than hearing from the city council president, you'd hear from sources all across the country.
We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.