Harvey [Weinstein] didn't want to release [MY SON THE FANATIC]; he held it for two years because he wanted a happy ending, although I don't know what that means. Does that mean the taxi driver leaves his wife or doesn't leave his wife? I think it has a happy ending.

Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately.

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in.

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

I began to enjoy my own generosity; I felt the pleasure of pleasing others, especially as this was accompanied by money-power. I was paying for them; they were grateful, they had to be; and they could no longer see me as a failure.

Like you, she will have been with other people, but I've got a feeling there's something between you.

At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?