There is no new wave, only the sea.

My father wanted me to be a pharmacist like himself. He had been a doctor, but he no longer believed in medicine; so he became a pharmacist, but he believed in that hardly more.

You have to accept the fact that sometimes you are the pigeon, and sometimes you are the statue.

I love mirrors. They let one pass through the surface of things.

A woman is subject matter enough.

We live in an era where pizzas show up faster than the police.

You make a film to distract people, to interest them, perhaps to make them think, perhaps to help them be a little less naive, a little better than they were.

Some colors are very difficult to render, and you must compensate to get the color you want on the screen.

Stupidity is infinitely more fascinating that intelligence. Intelligence has its limits while stupidity has none.

I'm not pessimistic about people in general, but only about the way they live.

I'm not wild about hand-held shots.

But I remember one thing: it wasn't me that started acting deaf, it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.

Healing requires a legitimated, credible and culturally appropriate system.

Within the immense ocean of galaxies and stars we are in a remote corner

The most alluring thing a woman can have is confidence.

I remember when I thought of singing as the bit that went between the guitar playing - something I couldn't wait to get out of the way. Singing was originally like a chore that I didn't really enjoy.

Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.

I want to do music that holds the heart of five members and send a message to my fans with the song.

Our cultural instinct is to wait to get pickedNo one is going to pick you. Pick yourself.

Rather than pushing children to think like adults, we might do better to remember that they are great learners and to try harder to be more like them.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.