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.

There are very few heroines in literature who have defined their lives morally rather than romantically and likewise but a handful in film.

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

[On swingers:] They have gone from Puritanism into promiscuity without passing through sensuality.

As so often happens in marriage, roles that had begun almost playfully, to give line and shape to our lives, had hardened like suits of armor and taken us prisoner.

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.