A Tornado knocks a house down, killing the owner, and it’s a tragedy. Then you learn a serial killer lived there and the same act becomes a miracle. The truth about what happens to us in this world ke...
—even in hardened criminals, they were just air pockets lodged under debris at the bottom of an ocean. It might take an earthquake, or you scuba diving down there, sifting through the sludge, but thei...
…deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It’s something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.
You are a magnificent and powerful person, I said.
Time leeches most horror and pain from our memories.
The shelf life of any great love is fifteen years. After that you need a serious preservative, which can seriously harm your health.
The million-dollar marital Band-Aid, never a wise idea.
Take as much care with words expressing your sentiments as you will crafting your doctoral dissertation.
Sometimes people surprise the hell outta you. Sometimes they can tear your heart out and turn it to putty, can’t they?
Some people are as fragile as butterflies and sensitive and it’s your responsibility not to destroy them. Just because you can
Mögest du für die Wahrheit kämpfen -, für deine eigene Wahrheit, nicht für die Wahrheit anderer
My films are just stories, but that’s all we have, the stories we tell others and the stories we tell ourselves. When you talk to the elderly, men and women at the end of their lives, you see that’s w...
Love? Dopamine released in the brain, which gets depleted over time, leaving contempt.
Look at Picasso. O’Neill. Tennessee Williams. Capote. Were these shiny happy people spreading sunshine? No. Only the greatest of personal demons can force you to do powerful work.
It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.
It's wonderful to get lost in a piece of music, she'd said. To forget your name for a while.
It was cheerful inside, without the aggressive Easy Rider feel of some of the other tattoo parlors in the city, where the handle-jawed thugs wielding the tattoo guns looked like ink was just a side jo...
It was always surprising to me how ferociously the public mourned a beautiful stranger -- especially one from a famous family. Into that empty form they could unload the grief and regret of their own...
Is man's destiny determined by the vicissitudes of environment or free will? I argue that it is free will, because what we think, what we dwell upon in our heads, whether it be fears or dreams, has a...
In the end, a man turns into what he thinks he is, however large or small. It is the reason why certain people are prone to colds and catastrophe. And why others can dance on water.