Have something to say; say it; and stop when you’ve done.
I felt a queasy mixture of relief and horror: when you finally stop an itch and realize it’s because you’ve ripped a hole in your skin.
Everyone must dream. We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming — well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate. Isn’t that true?
I don't-" I shake my head. (…)
"What? What were you going to say?" This is another trick of shrinks. They never let you stop in midthought. If you open your mouth, they want to know exactly what you had the intention of saying.
Tell me, suit, don’t you wonder if it’s all worth it?’
If what’s all worth what?” it says, and I can hear that condescending tone in its voice again.
You know; living. Is it worth all the… bother?”
No.”
No?”
No, I don’t ever wonder about it.”
Why not?” I’m keeping my questions short as we walk, conserving energy and breath.
I don’t need to wonder about that. It’s not important.
Remember, when someone says ‘you’ve changed,’ it usually just means you’ve stopped living your life their way.
There in that pool stained with green blood, he had learned two things: one was that all the pain stopped when you stopped fighting death; and the other was that as long as you could still hear your heart beating, you had to keep fighting back.
You try to cope with the mass audience, but in fact you are not doing something for them—I would be fighting with myself. I thought, I don’t have to make big films, I can make small films that I can be happy with. I can find my own audience.
I've wished for things and never really had the chance… It's time to stop dreaming and do something about it. You've got to know what you want, then… go.
Let God have you, and let God love you — and don’t be surprised if your heart begins to hear music you’ve never heard and your feet learn to dance as never before.