The idle brain is the devil's playground.

At the end of the day, right now, right here, wherever you are, you can make a choice to be present and happy and fulfilled.

Improvise. Write your own damn story.

Sometimes I feel like the corner in the circle.

I'm excited to begin the next chapter of my life with an amazing woman.

As someone who makes his living as an actor, my routine varies almost every day.

I'm not a great actor in the sense that I can't fake it if I'm going through something difficult.

I'm usually pretty open about what's going on with me.

Silence allows me to hear what's really going on in my head.

Love the things you love as best as you can love them in the time you have in their presence.

The destination you think is going to make you happy, doesn't.

You are aggressive", says the emotional abusive.

Dad?""What?" A small bird rises from a tree in front of us."What should I be when I grow up?"The bird disappears over a far ridge. I don't know what to say. "Honest, " I finally say.

Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly.

With fiction, I tend to get to my desk and start writing. Poetry I write in my head, often while walking, so that my poems have an organic quality, hopefully.

As soon as the audit's finished, it will be released.

Man is an historical animal, with a deep sense of his own past; and if he cannot integrate the past by a history explicit and true, he will integrate it by a history implicit and false.

If our designs for private houses are to be correct, we must at the outset take note of the countries and climates in which they are built.

Sometimes I wonder what my grandfather would think of what I do, he spent his whole life in the kebab business, was buried with all his equipment, probably turning in his grave.

No known human group... simply throw out its dead without any ritual or ceremony. In stark contrast, no animal practices burial of dead individuals of its own species.

The sea at springtime.All day it rises and falls,yes, rises and falls.