Val: Why do you go out there? Sandra: Because dead people give such good advice. Val: What advice do they give? Sandra: Just one word- live!

I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?

Switch clicking off in my head, turning the hot light off and the cool night on and — [He looks up, smiling sadly.] — all of a sudden there's—peace!

Most of the confidence which I appear to feel, especially when influenced by noon wine, is only a pretense.

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent.

I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.

Jim lights a cigarette and leans indolently back on his elbow smiling at Laura with a warmth and charm which lights her inwardly with altar candles.