If I had to climb into hell and wrestle the devil himself for one of my films, I would do it.
To little men, gods send little things.
A great book is like great evil.
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk. . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Set a thief to catch a thief.
Nothing unattested do I sing.
I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common
It took me forty years of dealing with buddhism to finally realize that actually Buddha's discovery was happiness and bliss.
Like when I host a party. I hope my guests get along. But if not, how interesting!
I think there are many people in the working class who say, you know what? Yes, maybe we are better off than we were eight years ago, but I am still working two or three jobs, my kid can't afford to go to college, I can't afford child care, my real wages have been going down for 40 years. The middle class is shrinking. Who's standing up for me?
There is a god. Nothing as tragic and ridiculous as this world could have happened by random chance.