Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother

He liked the fact that Venice had no cars. It made the city human. The streets were like veins, he thought, and the people were the blood, circulating everywhere.

Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.

One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.

I think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches

What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?

I was in New York. Hitchcock was in California. He rang me to make a report on his progress and said, I'm having trouble. I've just sacked my second screenwriter