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

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.

I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.

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

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.

The conversation seemed just as boring and forgettable as details of American history around 1805, for example.

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