Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc.

You never know the palette of the one you kill until the mind disgorges its finest colours.

Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!

Something in me was responding now as the audience responded, not in fear, but in some human way, to the magic of that fragile painted set, the mystery of the lighted world there.

… in the relentless and meaningless manner one searches for something in a nightmare, coming on doors that won’t open or drawers that won’t shut, struggling over and over against the same meaningless thing, not knowing why the effort seems so desperate, why the sudden sight of a chair with a shawl thrown over it inspires the mind with horror.

God, why didn't you make us all dogs?

I’d thought I knew what beauty was in women; but she’d surpassed all the language I had for it.