To be willing to sort of die in order to move the reader, somehow. Even now I'm scared about how sappy this'll look in print, saying this.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?

Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.

He knew what the Beats know and what the great tennis player knows, son: learn to do nothing, with your whole head and body, and everything will be done by what's around you.

A novelist has to know enough about a subject to fool the passenger next to him on an airplane.

Are we not all of us fanatics? I say only what you of the U.S.A. pretend you do not know. Attachments are of great seriousness. Choose your attachments carefully. Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care. What you wish to sing of as tragic love is an attachment not carefully chosen. Die for one person? This is a craziness. Persons change, leave, die, become ill. They leave, lie, go mad, have sickness, betray you, die. Your nation outlives you. A cause outlives you.

...logical validity is not a guarantee of truth.