A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine. The curve by which the back modulates into the buttocks. It is here that grace sits and rides a woman’s body.

We are most alive when we're in love.

Movies are, like sharp sunlight, merciless; we do not imagine, we view.

Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.

There is the fear that you somehow neglected to say what was really yours to say.

President George] Bush talked to us like we were a bunch of morons and we ate it up. Can you imagine, the Pledge of Allegiance, read my lips-can you imagine such crap in this day and age?

The muttered hint, "Remember, you have a stroke here," freezes my joints like a blast from Siberia.