And both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love.

Faulkner is a writer who has had much to do with my soul, but Hemingway is the one who had the most to do with my craft - not simply for his books, but for his astounding knowledge of the aspect of craftsmanship in the science of writing.

I can't think of any one film that improved on a good novel, but I can think of many good films that came from very bad novels.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

Shame has poor memory.

The spirit of her invincible heart guided her through the shadows.

The truth is that I know very few novelists who have been satisfied with the adaptation of their books for the screen.