I loved ninjas when I was younger.

I love Al Pacino.

Endless effort, endless humility, endless modesty.

Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.

No person has the right to rain on your dreams.

There will be a rain dance Friday night, weather permitting!

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

There may be a time when we’ll attend Weather Theatres to recall the sensation of rain.

Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt.

You’re not supposed to have iron bars around you – no one is supposed to have that. You’re supposed to fall down hills and get lonely, and find your own food and get wet when it rains. That’s what happens when you’re alive.