I pretended not to understand. One of life's hardest jobs, to make a quick understanding slow. I think I succeeded, thought Herzog.

When I didn't argue he was satisfied he had persuaded me, and was not the first to make that mistake.

Towards the end of your life you have something like a pain schedule to fill out - a long schedule like a federal document, only it's your pain schedule. Endless categories. First, physical causes - like arthritis, gallstones, menstrual cramps. New category, injured vanity, betrayal, swindle, injustice. But the hardest items of all have to do with love. The question then is: So why does everybody persist? If love cuts them up so much.

In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.

Fun comes hard - like, alas, its prarens, pleasure and happiness, whom we have to pursue.

A man must have limits and cannot give in to the wild desires to be everything and everyone and everything to everyone.

I must play the instrument I've got.