Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

Never love a wild thing...If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.

All artists are two-headed calves.

Let's take everything just as it is.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.