Home was where others had to gather grace. Home was what I wanted to flee.

Was there a drain?''No. There was no drain. There isn't one even now'.

She grinned, a silty grin. 'You were my two dividends, yes? Don't you forget that.'Then she sighed, took a deep breath, and said, 'But what an investment. My life.

What is it about the sea? Is it because it’s there?

In this city, every deserted street corner conceals a crowd. It appears in a minute when something disrupts the way in which the world is supposed to work. It can disappear almost as instantaneously.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

Instead of others, ask yourself, “Are you really okay?” Check on yourself like this and do a warm “Goodnight” to yourself.

The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.

If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

It's such a rich experience when you enter into a subject from a documentary point of view. It's hard for fiction to compete with that.

Boredom is that awful state of inaction when the very medicine - that is, activity - which could solve it, is seen as odious.

I haven't been offered a lot of comedy. In theater, I've done quite a bit of comedy or dramas that included a lot of funny stuff. But in my TV work, those aren't the roles that I've been offered.

Play is experimenting with chance.

May the power of Christ, which brings freedom and service, be felt in so many hearts afflicted by war, persecution and slavery.

I just gave my cat a bath. Now how do I get all this fur off my tounge?