The world is a stage, but most of us are just stagehands.
I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it.
Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?
I don’t focus on the past, I focus on the present.