The littlest thing can have the strongest connection when you're grieving. Your Proustian, poetic nerve is turned up to ten.

Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

We never did things as we were supposed to do. That was part of our ethic. We did what felt right to us, not what someone told us we should do.

I'm not a craftsman of graphics or art or film. I'm more of an idea generator and manufacturer.

As a son of a man who pretended to be one thing for 33 years of my life and then was another thing, the questions of 'what is real' and 'what is not real' are very blurrily vivid to me.

My graffiti really comes more from a May '68, sort of Situationist vibe than the hip-hop world. I think a real graffiti artist would find me a poser.

Actors are pretending for you, but they're not lying. They are not putting on a guise instead of themselves. They are finding things inside that they have experienced.

Humans are vulnerable, messy little animals and that's normal. And all I want to do is make a space for that in my films.

There is a drunkenness to grief, which is good.

I am intrigued by inanimate objects. They're a piece of history, someone's statement and ideas of life.

I was so happy with my bow ties from the last kickstarted project that I'm back for more.

I am the Atma abiding in the heart of all beings. I am also the beginning, the middle, and the end of all beings.

Twilight of the idols, it cursed from the worship of the extinguished candles.

Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.

How the hell can you play here?

What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.

A novelist is an elephant, but an elephant who must pretend to forget.

The difficulties of peace are better than the agony of war.

Johnny Depp is, to me, a rare kindred spirit with like sensibilities, who has escaped the beast. He's probably one of the few people that have survived Los Angeles as a human being.

I'm not a Jesus freak, I'm not a satan worshipper. I'm a contradiction, a juxtaposition.

There is no better news than that the God who makes the demand for perfection also meets the demand for perfection on our behalf.