I cannot write any sort of story unless there is at least one character in it for whom I have physical desire.

We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

It is a terrible thing for an old woman to outlive her dogs.

You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.

And so tonight we're going to make the lie true, and when that's done, I'll bring the liquor back here and we'll get drunk together, here, tonight, in this place that death has come into...