Media reporting denied privacy to anybody doing what I do for a living. It was no longer possible to work on your picture in privacy.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength.

Four months is a lot of living with that little life in you-thinking about it, eating right for it, nurturing it and all of a sudden, it dies.

Each person's life is a story that is telling itself in the living.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.

My movie is born first in my head, dies on paper; is resuscitated by the living persons and real objects I use, which are killed on film but, placed in a certain order and projected on to a screen, come to life again like flowers in water.

Living most of the time in a world created mostly in one's head, does not make for an easy passage in the real world.

I pretended I was living with a television family and there was no yelling at home and no one hit me.

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems.

My heart goes out to many women that I've met across the country who barely make enough to make a living, and they want to have kids. That's very understandable, but what do you do with the kids?

If it's really so wonderful that both partners have to work to make a living to pay for their house, for health insurance, someone is obviously going to get the short end of the stick.

Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war that we know about peace, more about killing that we know about living.

We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living.