I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough.

I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.

If we surrenderedto earth's intelligencewe could rise up rooted, like trees.

I want to unfold.I don’t want to be folded anywhere, because where I am folded, there I am a lie.

I love the dark hours of my being.My mind deepens into them.There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

Sometimes, all you can do... is sing.

I never skimp on TV. I watch an embarrassing amount of TV shows. I don't even know how I do it.

There are no choices without personal freedom, Buckeroo. It's not us who are dead inside. These things you find so weak and contemptible in us - these are just the hazards of being free.

I wait for good opportunities to come up to do stuff; I'm not seeking things. I'm quite busy in the meantime, but if the right thing came up, I would be happy to do it.

I consider myself more a craftsman than an artist.

If I didnt promote Joker, then who promoted

I've got wide tastes, but I don't like jazz.

To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.