Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles.

History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.

We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.

In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.