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

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

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.

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.

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

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