This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.
It's almost a rite of passage for the middle-aged, it seems, to invent generational stereotypes for dumping on the young.
Struggling is hard, so is achieving success; so you may as well choose success, over time it’ll seem easier.
I'm not shy in the spotlight. I might seem austere and even arrogant, but far from it, I'm actually shy.
In a perfect world, I could be doing some bigger films and balance that with some independent films because they seem to be the most challenging and unique.
You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.
Some people seem to overestimate the amount of nonsense I am willing to accept from them.
Doubt, it seems to me, is the central condition of a human being in the twentieth century.
'Eternal inflation,' as it's called - the endless generation of new universes - may be a hyper-cosmic imperative. It seems that it must happen.
After all, you put a lot into creating a universe and everything that goes with it, and it seems a shame to use it only once.
I think Michael Moore is loathsome, though, not because he dislikes Bush, but because he seems to dislike America.
Somehow I find it easier to inhabit characters if they are a little bit pathetic. I do seem to have an affinity with pathetic people.
It seemed possible to me, in the dry heat of that courtroom, that heaven was a metaphor for the grace of perspective you get when you die
I didn't know who my daddy was until I was 10 or 12. Surprising as it may seem, he was living right across the street.
All I do is read books, really. I worry about that sometimes. I don't seem to have a hobby or anything.
Balanced budget requirements seem more likely to produce accounting ingenuity than genuinely balanced budgets.
I don't believe that we evolved moral psychology; it just doesn't seem plausible to me as a biological phenomenon.
I write a lot about my experiences and the people I meet. I've got a lot of material. But a book about me? It seems sort of odd.
His hope wasn't lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was.
I didn't find it difficult to live in the 'Inherent Vice' world or play those scenes, because they just seemed so real.
Singing seems to be inherent in Filipino, just as it is in my race. That's why I have this affinity with Filipinos.
