I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live.
Time is the longest distance between two places.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
The scene is memory and is therefore nonrealistic. Memory takes a lot of poetic license. It omits some details; others are exaggerated, according to the emotional value of the articles it touches, for memory is seated predominantly in the heart.
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors.
If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.
Time doesn't take away from friendship, nor does separation.
Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see ...each other in life. Vanity, fear, desire, competition-- all such distortions within our own egos-- condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others, and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. That's how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each other's naked hearts.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don't tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that's sinful, then let me be damned for it!