I don’t let the past define me, I let it refine me.

The act of writing requires a constant plunging back into the shadow of the past where time hovers ghostlike.

It is indeed an opinion strangely prevailing amongst men， that houses， mountains， rivers， and in a word all sensible objects， have an existence， natural or real， distinct from their being perceived by the understanding.

The most important thing is to be honest in your work. Honesty is the key to great acting.

I fell off my pink cloud with a thud.