“I don’t want to die without scars.”

I’m drawn to furniture design as complete architecture on a minor scale.

You can’t trap justice. It’s an idea, a belief.

Once you hit 40, you start reexamining the math of it all. I’ll trade wisdom for youth any day.

Once you hit 40, you start reexamining the math of it all. I’ll trade wisdom for youth any day.

Once you hit 40, you start reexamining the math of it all. I’ll trade wisdom for youth any day.

I think happiness is overrated. Satisfied, at peace-those would be more realistic goals.

I think happiness is overrated. Satisfied, at peace-those would be more realistic goals.

I think happiness is overrated. Satisfied, at peace-those would be more realistic goals.

I don’t want to die without scars.

So much of making movies is about discovery on the day, what you’re figuring out. If you know everything going in, then it’s not worth doing – it’s already done. I’m interested in finding people who I think have a voice – and a very specific voice.

I don’t want to die without scars.

So much of making movies is about discovery on the day, what you’re figuring out. If you know everything going in, then it’s not worth doing – it’s already done. I’m interested in finding people who I think have a voice – and a very specific voice.

So much of making movies is about discovery on the day, what you’re figuring out. If you know everything going in, then it’s not worth doing – it’s already done. I’m interested in finding people who I think have a voice – and a very specific voice.

Most of the time is with the family. Most of the time, is all the time. When we work it’s a very intensive chunk of time. We work for 12 hours a day, 14 hours a day is common. And we’ll do that for a few months and then we get to relax a little bit.

There’s no right. There’s no wrong. There’s only popular opinion.

The best moments can’t be preconceived. I’ve spent a lot of time in editing rooms, and a scene can be technically perfect, with perfect delivery and facial expression and timing, and you remember all your lines, and it is dead.

How surely are the dead beyond death. Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory. But the dead do not remember and nothingness is not a curse. Far from it.

The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.

Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.

There is no belief, however foolish, that will not gather its faithful adherents who will defend it to the death.