I've always had that personality that nothing was never good enough.
Everything I do, I want it to be perfect. I know it can't be like that every time - but that is my aim.
It's hard to be perfect, but that's something we try to strive for.
If you think something is impossible, then it certainly is... for you.
I'm always looking for perfection. Even after training and my coaches say I did good, I always think I could have done more.
I don't believe in perfection. I don't think there is such a thing. But the energy of wanting things to be great is a perfectionist energy.
But in the UK, I've given up any hope of being considered a director.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
One wants one's work to be the world, but of course it's never the world. The work is in the world; it never contains the whole thing.
As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.
I know I'm probably digging for fresh fruit in the garbage, and as much as anyone, my attitude is, if stuff's sincere, it's gooey and boring and uninteresting. But it's no way to live.
That's the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.
I have plenty of vanity in my life. I want to look pretty in the world. But it can be this bottomless pit.
To idolise a person means you don't get to know them, and the idea that you can become one is a myth, and it also means that you don't need to talk to one another because you're the same person.
In the big picture, few of our careers live up to the dreams we nursed when we were young. In fact, one underside of success is that it's nearly always penultimate, and so every accomplishment merely raises the bar.
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt comes off in our hands.
I want to be perfect at everything, knowing I'll never be perfect at it, but that's my goal.
I shall continue to be an impossible person so long as those who are now possible remain possible.
A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
It was taunted as reality. It was dangled as a carrot. In terms of people's hopes and dreams, to say that that is less of a reality than the daily grind they find themselves in is maybe not correct.
I just feel like I'm on a quest to fail if I try to even compete with myself.
