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

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

Language: the one tool that enables us to grasp hold of our lives and transcend our fate by understanding it.

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.

The thought that we are enduring the unendurable is one of the things that keeps us going.

American eroticism has always been of a different provenance and complexion than the European variety, an enjoyment both furtive and bland that is closer to a blushing cartoon than a sensual celebration.

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