"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."
"Now I'm an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions."
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Source: Orson Welles, Peter Bogdanovich (1992). “This is Orson Welles”, HarperCollins Publishers
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