August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

I think that as far as language goes I'm an American, I'm afraid, my accent is American, my way of talk is an American way of talk, I'm an old-fashioned American. That's probably one of the reasons why I'm in England now and why I'll always stay in England.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted to lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free.

My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.

How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought.