Aren't you afraid of dying?Not really. I've watched lots of good-for-nothing, worthless people die, and if people like that can do it, then I should be able to handle it.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.

We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something - with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.

The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.

Every person should decide for himself how happy, or unhappy, our society might be.

I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither of us know anything substantial about the other.

People do change. And no matter how close we once were, and how much we opened up to each other, maybe neither if us know anything substantial about the other.

At some point paradise would be lost.

In times of adversity, you will know those who truly love you.

You can shut out the memories and keep going, but you'll have to live with a heart that's healed wrong.

Monsters are not born they are made.

Love gives up the right to get even.

An enemy is anyone who tells the truth about you.

Unfortunately most criticism is by poseurs. They use their comments about someone else's work as a platform on which to strike poses. What they're really saying is: "Look at me! Look at me!"

The past is democratic, because it is a people. The future is despotic, because it is a caprice. Every man is alone in his prediction, just as each man is alone in a dream.

In the autumn of 1929 the mightiest of Americans were, for a brief time, revealed as human beings.

The more we learn, the more questions arise.

From Themistocles began the saying, "He is a second Hercules."