Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth.

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

I stare out at the real world projected on the windows

His suffering was no more real than he was.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

A good film script should be able to do completely without dialogue.

To put it another way, Michael Jordan was a gym rat.

What's vice today may be virtue, tomorrow.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

A gentleman doesn't pounce he glides. If a woman sits on a piece of furniture which permits your sitting beside her, you are free to regard this as an invitation, though not an unequivocal one.

I went back in British history. Some 204 people died there after a mine collapsed in 1838. In 1866, 361 miners died in Britain. In an explosion in 1894, 290 people died there.

The more one gives one's self in creative union with another, the more one becomes one's self.

Remember: sin, even if legalized by man, is still sin in the eyes of God.

I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.

I am going to try speaking some reckless words, and I want you to try to listen recklessly.