And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes.

An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

It's nice when somebody tells you about their uncle. Especially when they start out telling you about their father's farm and then all of a sudden get more interested in their uncle.

Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.