I've a theory that one can always get anything one wants if one will pay the price. And do you know what the price is, nine times out of ten? Compromise.

Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?

I think, myself, that one's memories represent those moments which, insignificant as they may seem, nevertheless represent the inner self and oneself as most really oneself.

Why shouldn't I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they're loved and wanted and then show them that it's all a sham.

there is evil everywhere under the sun.

The past is the father of the present.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.