People put so much effort into starting a relationship and so little effort into ending one.

The function of the artist in a disturbed society is to give awareness of the universe, to ask the right questions, and to elevate the mind.

I think communication starts when words are not present at all ... I think we put so much emphasis on language, actually silence is so much more important.

Theatre is fake... The knife is not real, the blood is not real, and the emotions are not real. Performance is just the opposite: the knife is real, the blood is real, and the emotions are real.

Because we never stop silently loving those who we once loved out loud

I am only interested in the ideas that become obsessive and make me feel uneasy. The ideas that I'm afraid of.

True love for whatever you are doing is the answer to everything.

A great artist has to be ready to fail.

Your ego can become an obstacle to your work. If you start believing in your greatness, it is the death of your creativity.

When you have so much pain, you think you will lose consciousness. If you say to yourself, ‘So what, lose consciousness,’ the pain goes away.

If we go for the easy way, then we never change.

Married people from my generation are like an endangered species!

It's hard to be a No. 1 when you're not even No. 1 on your team.

Your duty as an actor is to try to make it as real as possible.

Whatever one may say about the perils of workshops, they help writers internalize an awareness of audience.

Never forget, son, when you represent Texas, always go first class.

I'm at this time in life when I have to take the opportunities I have left.

I do just love the characters in sci-fi, but not necessarily the fact that it's sci-fi.

Few men who have liberated themselves from the fear of God and the fear of death are yet able to liberate themselves from the fear of man.

In every country in the world, killing human beings is condemned. The Buddhist precept of non-killing extends even further, to include all living beings.

Beginnings start without shade,Thinner than minnows.The live grass whirls with the sun,Feet run over the simple stones,There's time enough.Behold, in the lout's eye, love.