你无法回到家乡，回到你的家庭，回到你的童年，回到浪漫的爱情，回到年轻人对荣耀和名声的梦想，回到流亡，逃到欧洲和某个外国，回到抒情，为了唱歌而唱歌，回到唯美主义，回到你年轻时对“艺术”和美的想法，回到象牙塔，回到乡村的地方，回到百慕大的小屋，远离世界上所有的冲突和斗争，回到你失去并一直在寻找的父亲，回到可以帮助你、拯救你、减轻你负担的人，回到那些曾经看似永恒但一直在变化的旧形式和系统——回到时间和记忆的逃避。

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on.

在二战之前，生活是简单的。在那之后，我们有了系统。

我试图制作一些像小世界一样的电影，你可以走进其中。

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

唯一能让你成为明星的是你的才华。