God knows if you could start a new sex act that's more important than making a good movie.

I want to be harder to reach, not easier.

Going to a sensational murder trial is the only way I can relax.

Aren't maids the ultimate art critics?

I understand why people want to look up their friends - usually they want to see what people they've wanted to have sex with look like.

I love to read about anger. A "feel bad" book always makes me feel good. And no other novel in the history of literature is more depressing than Christina Stead's The Man Who Loved Children.

I wish something on T.V. would trouble me. Then maybe I would watch it.