The film [Dream of Life] looks at a time in my life.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

If worrying cannot get you out of a negative condition, liberate yourself from it by all means, and focus fully on finding solutions.

When we turn life’s little pleasures into remedies for life’s troubles, we are setting up idols in our hearts, which actually push God aside.

I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious. The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiousity has its own reason for existing.

Whatever creative success I gained was due to my belief that creative power can be stepped up by effort, and that there are ways in which we can guide our creative thinking.

The land urges us to come around to an understanding of ourselves.

And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!

The secret of my success is that no woman has ever been jealous of me.

I would encourage you as a screenwriter to trust your story and don't make notes for the actors or don't make notes for the reader.

The savor of the water mint rejoiceth the heart of men.

Stegosaurus was common only on well drained, dry soil.