Khalil Gibran

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

Recently, I was in Bernalda, my dad's ancestral home town in Italy. He has just refurbished a palazzo and turned it into a hotel, so we had my sister's wedding there. It was beautiful.

I'm interested in the psychological exploration of human nature, and it just happens to come in the form of film-making.

Another thing that freaks me out is time. Time is like a book. You have a beginning, a middle and an end. It's just a cycle.