Know what we did, Lucy? You and me? We spent our whole lives yearning. Isn't that the God damndest thing?

Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.

Can you really think artists and writers are the only people entitled to lives of their own?

...his job was the very least important part of his life, never to be mentioned except in irony.

Acting might bring on emotional exhaustion, but writing tired your brains out. Writing led to depression and insomnia and walking around all day with a haggard look.

Every man has a right to keep his own sentiments if he pleases.

Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?