if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

There's never been anything funny about a woman dying for love.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

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

Warren Cox, God knew, was no prize; a commercial person, a sales person, the kind of man who said things like "x numbers of dollars". At lunch today, laboriously trying to explain some business procedure, he had said "x number of dollars" three times.

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

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.