There wasn't a woman alive who could resist a man who paid attention to her, who made her feel like she was the only other person in his world.

Reading is a beautiful paradise.

He wasn't an alchemist, or a hero. He was a librarian, and a dreamer. He was a reader, and the unsung expert on a long-lost city no one cared a thing about.

As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

Theres a certain truth that you do end up making the same film again and again so if you vary the genre you have a chance of breaking that cycle.

An ant on the move does more than a dozing ox.

We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job.

If I was a mechanic and someone called me and said their car would not start, I would say, "Hey - maybe a killer is after you!"

Relentless pursuit to find a competitive edge.

We are all the same ... all the same... longing to find our way back ... back to the One ... back to the Only One!

True Sufism is resistance: spiritual, intellectual, social, cultural, political and economic resistance. It cannot be, for sure, supporting dictators.