There are two cinemas: the films we have actually seen and the memories we have of them.

Madness is always fascinating, for it reveals the ungluing we all secretly fear: the mind taking off from the body, the possibility that the magnet that attaches us to a context in the world can lose its grip.

I would trade many an art-film classic for the final exchange between Redford and Streisand in front of the Plaza.

But one of the attributes of love, like art, is to bring harmony and order out of chaos, to introduce meaning and affect where before there was none, to give rhythmic variations, highs and lows to a landscape that was previously flat.

The mammary fixation is the most American of the sex fetishes.

One of the attributes of love . . . is to bring harmony and order out of chaos.

For a woman there is nothing more erotic than being understood.