In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.

The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.

The justice I have received, I shall give back.

Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.

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

And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream of it.