What matters is the imaginative truth.

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

Countries are either mothers or fathers, and engender the emotional bristle secretly reserved for either sire.

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

literature is the last banquet between minds.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.