Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mâché. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they'd been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with carved flames instead of hair.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.

I've never worked where it was hard to be gay. Besides, being gay is a spectacular irrelevance to getting on with your life.

What I tried to do is deliver movies that have worked for me more than once.

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.