of one hundred movies there's one that is fair, one that's good and ninety eight that are very bad. most movies start badly and steadily get worse

magic persists without us no matter what we may do to try to spoil it

Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

...maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

How are his poems?" "He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.

as the spirit wanes the form appears