I don't want to know movie directors. I don't want to be close to them. I don't want to interfere with their work. I don't want them to interfere with mine.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.

Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.