Innocent people can get into terrible jams, too. One false move and you're in over your head.

The rule in the art world is: you cater to the masses or you kowtow to the elite; you can't have both.

I have written a raucous valentine to a poet's dream and agony.

Prejudice is a raft onto which the shipwrecked mind clambers and paddles to safety.

In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.

Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.

Out of the thousand writers huffing and puffing through movieland there are scarcely fifty men and women of wit or talent. The rest of the fraternity is deadwood. Yet, in a curious way, there is not much difference between the product of a good writer and a bad one. They both have to toe the same mark.