We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up , out of the dreadfulness of merely living.

I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.

What you haven't done by thirty you're not likely to do. What you have done you'll do lots more.

People go around mourning the death of God; it's the death of sssin that bothers me. Without ssin, people aren't people any more, they're just ssoul-less sheep.

It is not enough for a story to flow. It has to kind of trickle and glint as it crosses over the stones of the bare facts.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

To be human is to be in the tense condition of a death-foreseeing, consciously libidinous animal. No other earthly creature suffers such a capacity for thought, such a complexity of envisioned but frustrated possibilities, such a troubling ability to question the tribal and biological imperatives.