Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?

A movie is not a book. If the source material is a book, you cannot be too respectful of the book. All you owe to the book is the spirit.

One forgets so quickly one's own youth.

That instinct for human character that is perhaps inherent in an imaginative writer.

I’m not at peace anymore. I just want him like I used to in the old days. I want to be eating sandwiches with him. I want to be drinking with him in a bar. I’m tired and I don’t want anymore pain. I want Maurice. I want ordinary corrupt human love. Dear God, you know I want to want Your pain, but I don’t want it now. Take it away for a while and give it me another time.

Ordinary life goes on--that has saved many a man's reason.

We'd forgive most things if we knew the facts.