"Cause I decided long ago
But that's the way it seems to go, 
When trying so hard to get to something real, it feels"

"Were we given masks instead of faces? Were we given hysteria instead of feelings? Were we given shame and guilt instead of love and forgiveness?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I do all these dumb things. I think in these distorted ways. Now I'm burnin' up. I'm scared I'm gonna lose all the wisdom I ever learned."

"Unbroken word sketches
of the subconscious pictures 
of sections of the 
memory life of an
imbecile genius resting
in the madhouse of his 
mind—the word
flow must not be disturbed,
or picture forgotten for 
words’ sakes, nor the 
pictures stretched beyond 
their bookmovie strength
except parenthetically."

"We are paper thin. Happen to exist between the percentages temporarily. And this is the best and the worst part, the time factor. And there's nothing you can do about it. You can sit on top of a mountain and meditate for decades and nothing will change. You can change yourself to be acceptable, but maybe this is wrong. perhaps we think too much. Feel more, think less."

"But with you my dear
I'm safe and we're a million miles away

We're lying on the moon
It's a perfect afternoon
Your shadow follows me all day
Making sure I'm okay and
We're a million miles away"

"They say that a director always makes the same film. I try to make, as François Truffaut said, the next film in opposition to the one that came before. I'm not sure if I succeed. To put it another way, I agree with the auteur theory, but I don't consider myself an auteur. I'm more of an artisan, a craftsman."

"Like you, I too have struggled, with all my might, not to forget. Like you, I forgot. Like you, I longed for a memory beyond consolation, a memory of shadows and stone. For my part I struggled every day with all my might, against the horror of no longer understanding the reason to remember. Like you, I forgot. Why deny the obvious necessity of remembering?"

"Happy was she who could believe without seeing, who was at one with the duration and continuity of life."

"What is hell? Hell is oneself. 
Hell is alone, the other figures in it 
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from 
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone."

"Chasing my damage
I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me
Chasing my damage
Because I was chased, thrilled and altered
And it raised me"

"There are still many more days of failure ahead, whole seasons of failure, things will go terribly wrong, you will have huge disappointments, but you have to prepare for that, you have to expect it and be resolute and follow your own path."

"We do not see things the way they are. We see things the way we are."

"In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion."

"He had an insatiable curiosity and compassion for just regular people, very often working-class people or artists or women. In Faces, there were older women who expressed their desires and frustrations and that was just not seen at the time. It was considered embarrassing for an older woman to have anything to say about anything emotional."

"Seeing is a neglected enterprise."

"Moments to remember are just like other moments. They are only made memorable by the scars they leave."

"E assim aqui estou, no meio caminho, tendo passado vinte anos —
Vinte anos muito mal gastos, os anos de l'entre deux guerres —
A tentar aprender a usar as palavras, e cada tentativa
É um inteiro recomeço e um diferente tipo de fracasso
Pois apenas se aprendeu a tirar o melhor das palavras
Para aquilo que já não tem de se dizer, ou para a maneira pela qual
Já não se está na disposição de o dizer. E assim cada investida
É um novo começo, uma incursão no inarticulado
Com equipamento gasto sempre pronto a deteriorar-se
Na desordem geral de sentimentos imprecisos,
De indisciplinados pelotões de emoção. E o que há para conquistar,
Por força e obediência, já antes foi descoberto
Uma vez ou duas, ou várias vezes, por homens que não podemos ter esperança
De emular — mas não se trata de competição —
Trata-se apenas da luta para recuperar o que se perdeu
E achou e perdeu outra e outra vez: e agora, sob condições
Que parecem desfavoráveis. Mas talvez nem ganho nem perda.
Para nós, há apenas a tentativa. O resto não é conosco.

A casa é de onde se começa. À medida que envelhecemos
O mundo fica mais estranho, o padrão mais complicado
De mortos e de vivos. Não o momento intenso
Isolado, sem antes nem depois,
Mas uma vida inteira a arder em cada momento
E não a vida inteira de apenas um homem
Mas de velhas pedras que não podem ser decifradas.
Há um tempo para o anoitecer sob a luz das estrelas,
Um tempo para o anoitecer sob a luz do candeeiro
(A noite com o álbum das fotografias).
O amor é mais aproximadamente ele próprio
Quando o aqui e o agora deixam de importar.
Os homens quando velhos deviam ser exploradores
Aqui ou acolá não importa
Temos de estar quietos e quietos mover-nos
Para uma outra intensidade
Para uma ulterior união, um comungar mais fundo
Através do frio escuro e da desolação vazia,
O grito da onda, o grito do vento, as vastas águas
Da procelária e do golfinho. No meu fim está o meu começo."

"I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly over my shoulder
I'm gonna watch them pass me by
Maybe when I'm older
What do you think I'd see
If I could walk away from me"

"Not Lonely. Lonesome. Lonely's a temporary condition, a cloud that blocks out the sun for a spell … Lonesome's a whole other thing. Incurable, terminal. A hole in your heart so big and so deep that no amount of money or whiskey or pussy or dope in the whole goddam world can fill it up."