You find out that all this stuff you've accumulated, you could care less about it. It's just the relationships that matter.
It may not seem that way, but I am an absolute optimist, an unrepentant optimist.
Even though we've written epic poems and made incredible films about love, I still don't think anyone can understand what it is, or why it means everything.
I think every morning we wake up offers a new beginning, a new way of stepping into the day. I think every conversation could be a new chance.
Matters of the subconscious affect reality in ways we don't quite realize.
For Kenya: we have a chance to start again each time we meet one another. The ghosts do not need to define the future.
Even if you're in charge of the grand story there's still memory. The other stories do not go away.
The greatest threat now is a 911 occurring with a group of terrorists armed not with airline tickets and box cutters, but with a nuclear weapon in the middle of one of our own cities. . . there's a high probability of such an attempt.
Empathy isn't as hard as it sounds because people have a lot of the same feelings. And it helps to understand other people because then you can actually care about them sometimes. And help them. And have a friend.
To me it's just going for the moment that counts. Sometimes, I'll have all the elements there, and I like to play and push something, and to me, in the end, you do achieve things that you're not aware of in the beginning, even though you're there trying to get them.
Mum used to hide love letters from my boyfriends and put me down. Now I understand that she was a Polish immigrant forced to settle in Chicago. She was jealous of the freedom life gave me.