I submit that Zooey's face was close to being a wholly beautiful face. As such, it was of course vulnerable to the same variety of glibly undaunted and usually specious evaluations that any legitimate art object is. I think it just remains to be said that any one of a hundred everyday menaces — a car accident, a head cold, a lie before breakfast — could have disfigured or coarsened his bounteous good looks in a day or a second.

I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.

I thought what I'd do was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes.

The world is full of actors pretending to be human

Hell is the suffering of being unable to love.

How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.

I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger.