Being alone and liking it is, for a woman, an act of treachery, an infidelity far more threatening than adultery.

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

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

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.

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.

Movies both reflect and create social conditions, but their special charm is to offer fantasy clothes as virtual reality, a world where people consume without the tedium of labor. Characters float in a world where the bill never comes due ... and we wonder why we're a debtor nation!

Being alone and liking it is, for a woman, an act of treachery, an infidelity far more threatening than adultery.