Faith is in the eye of the beholder.

Art is good for my soul precisely because it reminds me that we have souls in the first place.

I never quite understand the way society decides who is beautiful and who is not. But an open face and a capacity for kindness always feel like reliable signifiers to me.

Most of us live our whole lives without having an adventure to call our own.

It's a real comfort zone for me to feel alien.

How do we identify ourselves, and how do we settle into other people's expectations for our identity?

I would rather be handsome for an hour than pretty for a week.

This self-obsession is a waste of living. It could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship, and dancing.

I'm really interested in the idea of long, long life and transformation and immortality.

I'm from the same planet as David Bowie.

I'm interested in that whole question of where we wear our identity and how can we see it.

I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.

Suicide only really frightens those who are never tempted by it and never will be, for its darkness only welcomes those who are predestined to it.

True discipline is really just self-remembering

True cultural connection is the Holy Grail for brands if they want to create an enduring emotional relationship with people.

Woe to the Revolution when the day comes, when the people, overburdened by contributions and consumed by abuses, turn to their enemies for salvation!

One kid's old, used-up equipment is another kid's brand-new, awesome, awesome equipment.

Oliver Stone's strategy is to unnerve the actors so as to make them alert and alive.

No grant of feudal privilege has ever equaled, for effortless return, that of the grandparent who bought and endowed his descendants with a thousand shares of General Motors or General Electric.

We feel and weigh soon enough what we suffer from others: but how much others suffer from us, of this we take no heed.