I was tired of being me.

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.

And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again.

We all know we're one day closer to the end when we wake up in the morning. We just kid ourselves that it's not happening.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn't escape death: It would get us all in the end.

He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong.

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

And then, a strangely comforting thought trickled through me—I had nothing, so I could do anything now. Anything I wanted. I had nothing left to lose.

Life's not that simple. Not so easy to move on when the anger you've got is what keeps you going.

I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that?

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

When you can love your enemy unconditionally, that is the practice of divine love.

What's great about documentary genre, it seems to me, is that it can be experimental filmmaking. You have a license to do a lot of diverse things under the umbrella of "documentary."

Endurance is a much better test of character than any single act of heroism, however noble.

Hard work certainly goes a long way. These days a lot of people work hard, so you have to make sure you work even harder and really dedicate yourself to what you are doing and setting out to achieve.

Whenever our interior life becomes caught up in its own interests and concerns, there is no longer room for others, no place for the poor.

The architecture per se isn't at fault. The more important factor, in my view, is the political neglect of these areas, which have essentially been cut off from other neighborhoods.

Take the long way. Do the hard work, consistently and with generosity and transparency. And then you won't waste time doing it over.

Through all of youth I was looking for you without knowing what I was looking for

Some people don't listen to my music because they say that I am an artist. And some don't want to go to my gallery shows, because they say I am a musician.