Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.

We have usurped many of the powers we once ascribed to God.

Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? ...Well, think about it. Maybe you're playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.

Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be loved without satiety.

No story has power, nor will it last, unless we feel in ourselves that it is true and true of us.