I'm not sure who I am. That's why I keep saying I'm an adventurer that goes out.

I am not, by nature, an explorer or an adventurer.

In this universe, and this existence, where we live with this duality of whether we exist or not and who are we, the stories we tell ourselves are the stories that define the potentialities of our existence. We are the stories we tell ourselves.

I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.

When I go out to direct a film, every day we prepare too much, we think too much. Knowledge becomes a weight upon wisdom. You know, simple words lost in the quicksand of experience.

I am honestly not sure how capable I am of love. And I'm not sure why.