The critics who love are the severe ones . . . we know our relationship must be based on honesty.

Movies suddenly became film and cinema an art form and terribly chic.

Film criticism became the means whereby a stream of young intellectuals could go straight from the campus film society into the professionals' screening room without managing to get a glimpse of the real world in between.

Amid all the easily loved darlings of Charlie Brown's circle, obstreperous Lucy holds a special place in my heart. She fusses and fumes and she carps and complains. That's because Lucy cares. And it's the caring that counts.

All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you.

To be a critic, you have to have maybe three percent education, five percent intelligence, two percent style, and 90 percent gall and egomania in equal parts.

It is essential for the good of criticism that both the critic and the public face the fact that a review is not the voice of God.