"There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of 'em says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions".
"Well, that's essentially how I feel about life - full of loneliness, and misery, and suffering, and unhappiness, and it's all over much too quickly."
"And maybe there's no peace in this world, for us or for anyone else, I don't know.
But I do know that, as long as we live, we must remain true to ourselves."
Spartacus (1960), Stanley Kubrick
Issur Danielovitch (1916-2020) Actor, producer, director, philanthropist and writer
"To do something, anything, is hard. It's much easier to blame your father, your mother, the environment, the government, the lack of money, but even if you find a place to assign the blame,it doesn't make the problems go away."
"I... I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night, just like you were in the room with me. Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice."
Paris, Texas (1984), Wim Wenders
Harry Dean Stanton (1926-2017) Actor, musician, and singer
Harry Dean Stanton photographed by Stefania Rosini
"At that moment I knew, surely and clearly, that I was witnessing perfection.
He stood before us, suspended above the earth, free from all its laws like a work of art.
And I knew, just as surely and clearly, that life is not a work of art, and that the moment could not last."
"I am Matthew Macauley. I have been dead for two years. So much of me is still living that I know now the end is only the beginning. As I look down on my homeland of Ithaca, California, with its cactus, vineyards and orchards, I see that so much of me is still living there - in the places I've been, in the fields and streets and church and most of all in my home, where my hopes, my dreams, my ambitions still live in the daily life of my loved ones."