Though films become more daring sexually, they are probably less sexy than they ever were. There haven't been any convincing love scenes or romances in the movies in a while. (Nobody even seems to neck in theaters any more.) ... when the mechanics and sadism quotients go up, the movie love interest goes dead, and the film just lies there, giving a certain amount of offense.

Being neurotic seemed to be a kind of wild card, an all-purpose explanation.

Hardly anyone about whom I deeply care at all resembles anyone else I have ever met, or heard of, or read about in literature.

People have been modeling their lives after films for years, but the medium is somehow unsuited to moral lessons, cautionary tales or polemics of any kind.

The style of flirtation specific to classrooms was of service to the students all their lives.

Do you realize how angry you sound?” must be one of the most infuriating questions in the language.

There is a difference, of course, between real sentiment and the trash of shared experience.