I'm tired and it's taking an increasing amount out of me, more than I have to give physically. And that's why I want to move to Sicily and buy that little farm and raise a flock of goats and geese. I find it peaceful ... and it would be a nice way to end life.

Well, honey, a shot never does a coke any harm!

The name of a person you love is more than language.

Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.

Man is by instinct a lover, a hunter, a fighter, and none of those instincts are given much play at the warehouse!

America has only three cities: New York, San Francisco, and New Orleans. Everywhere else is Cleveland.

Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?