You have to reach for things beyond your grasp, or what is heaven for.

So what if man's body evolved from the monkeys? Whether he came from monkeys or fish is unimportant. The important idea is that when the body became human enough, the first human soul slipped into it.

The sun rises every day, what is to love? Lock the sun in a box. Force the sun to overcome adversity in order to rise. Then we will cheer!

The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.

Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present. In order to reach any kind of success in automobile racing, a driver must never remember.

I know in this time of great technological advancement, the idea of reading a book seems almost anachronistic, but I think it's worth preserving.

So he didn't fall hopelessly into the bottle, the refuge of the weak and the maudlin.

Your car goes where your eyes go. Lonliness is unable to survive without a willing host.

In documentary films, you're a storyteller using found objects. You still have to have a story arc and all the elements that make a good story. It really helped me mature as a storyteller.

That which you manifest is before you.

Struck by the pain of the ice and the rage of the water below that was forced to make room for the huge piece of frozen time, the glacier, trapped in a solid state for centuries, melting into the ocean and becoming one with its future. She feels small and insignificant in the face of such a display of nature.

Inside each of us resides the truth, I began, the absolute truth. But sometimes the truth is hidden in a hall of mirrors. Sometimes we believe we are viewing the real thing, when in fact we are viewing a facsimile, a distortion.

Very gently. Like there are eggshells on your pedals, and you don't want to break them. That's how you drive in the rain.

He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.

I hear hundreds of years of life. I hear wind and rain and fire and beetles. I hear the seasons changing and birds and squirrels. I hear the life of the trees this wood came from.

So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.

There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.

I think the one that's going to be the hardest to make into a film is the one that's probably going to be made into a film, which is 'The Art of Racing in the Rain.' I mean, it's narrated by a dog. How do you do that? But hopefully we'll get to see.

Any problems that may occur have ultimately been caused by you, because you are responsible for where you are and what you are doing there.

Hands are the windows to a man's soul.