一切都是旧的。没有别的。曾经尝试过，曾经失败过。没关系。再试一次。再失败一次。失败得更好一点。

You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'art' and beauty, back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermuda, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time—back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.

Success is about enjoying the journey, not just the destination.

I'm not trying to be perfect, I'm trying to be honest.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

The artist must remain free, even from his own style.

The most important thing is to be true to yourself and to the character you're playing.