I seem to myself, as in a dream, Am accidental guest in this dreadful body.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

...[T]here are days when emptiness is spacious, and non-existence elevating.

If you beat your head against the wall, it is your head that breaks and not the wall.

Machines have altered our way of life, but not our instincts. Consequently, there is maladjustment.

I think elegance is always going to be there.

From a personal standpoint, playing someone judged negatively by her friends is not difficult.

I'm just not going to spend a lot of political capital solving some other guy's problem in 2010.

As a first-time director, you cannot have final cut. But as a producer, you can have final cut.

I try to give all my characters a sense of humor, so I guess I feel like I have done comedy, but maybe I'm better known for drama.

The aura given out by a person or object is as much a part of them as their flesh.

I have friends who are majorly into the cosplay culture and have urged me to go to a convention for no other reason than to meet others like me.