He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

A moment might be a thousand different things.

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know that everything's connetcted to everything else.

Meat is dirty. I wouldn't touch a hot dog without a condom on it

I was once on a mission, on a cruise I was wishin, that my mom was in the kitchen, eatin chicken, finger lickin.

I think track records are very important. If you start early trying to have a perfect one in some simple thing like honesty, you're well on your way to success in this world.

The reason I emphasize that is because that is exactly what happened when Mussolini was put in by the king of Italy.

In the ten years I was president of the Teamsters, I had raised the membership from eight hundred thousand to more than 2 million and made it the largest single labor union the world.

A traveller on foot in this country seems to be considered as a sort of wild man or out-of-the way being, who is stared at, pitied, suspected, and shunned by everybody that meets him.

Being edited is like falling face down into a threshing machine.

In religions which have lost their creative spark, the gods eventually become no more than poetic motifs or ornaments for decorating human solitude and walls.

Everything that I think is good is bad, and everything that I think is bad is good.

Bringing any movie together is a minor miracle.