literature is the last banquet between minds.
What matters is the imaginative truth.
There was always a real reason for everything - why spoons tarnished, and jam furred, and people declined into God, or drink, or card games.
Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.
I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.
After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.