I don't have a very high opinion, actually, of the world of criticism - or the practice of criticism. I think I admire art criticism, criticism of painting and sculpture, far more than I do that of say films and books, literary or film criticism. But I don't much like the practice. I think there are an awful lot of bad people in it.

The winter passed as slowly and peacefully as a boa constrictor digesting a valium addict.

Hawaii made the mouth of her soul water.

People who sacrifice beauty for efficiency get what they deserve. (Bernard Mickey Wrangle, p 99)

You know a trillion times more about art than me. But I’ve learned that it isn’t necessary to know all that much. You just make what you wanna see, right? It’s a game, right? It’s like being paid for dreaming.

And what would our ideas of God, of religion, be like if they had come to us through the minds of women? Ever think of that?

You don't have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.