Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla? Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to, and not feel ashamed of it.

It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933. Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears on fire, the snow swirling around me like a flock of angry nuns, I stopped dead in my tracks. The time had come to take stock. Fair weather or foul, certain forces in the world were at work trying to destroy me.

When stuck, hit the road.

Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?

Ah, Los Angeles! Dust and fog of your lonely streets, I am no longer lonely. Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait, because it will happen, as sure as there's a God in heaven.

I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.

I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living