The only reward for love is the experience of loving.

It is also the pardonable vanity of lonely people everywhere to assume that they have no counterparts.

During the Cold War, we lived in coded times when it wasn't easy and there were shades of grey and ambiguity.

Let's die of it before we're too old.

A good man knows when to sacrifice himself, a bad man survives but loses his soul.

More particularly, having a largely German-oriented education has made me very responsive to 19th-century German literature.

I made a series of wrong decisions about moderately recent books, and I've sold the rights to studios for ridiculous amounts of money and the films have never been made. That's the saddest thing of all, because they're locked up and no-one else can make them.