Have you ever had one of those days where nothing at all that monumental happens, but by the end of it you have no idea who you are anymore or what the hell you’re doing with your life?

It’s a mystery of human chemistry and I don’t understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

Whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come. The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity, and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.

I feel out of place, too, wearing black on a country walk, because black has become a distinctly urban uniform. It speaks of the city and the dirt and darkness of the industrial age—oil, smoke, tar. It has become, depending on your tribe, a signal that says slick, streetwise, businesslike, official.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.

Grace Kelly was exactly right in ‘Rear Window.’ She was more than just beautiful, which seems to be the only goal of women in movies today. Her clothes gave her an identity.

When teachers succeeded in getting me to learn, it was only because they made something seem so interesting that I started to care about it.

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.