It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I'll give you two.

The only obligation any artist can have is to himself. His work means nothing, otherwise. It has no meaning.

Brazil was beastly but Buenos Aires the best. Not Tiffany's, but almost.

I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away.

It's like a jumble of huts in a jungle somewhere. I don't understand how you can live there. It's really, completely dead. Walk along the street, there's nothing moving. I've lived in small Spanish fishing villages which were literally sunny all day long everyday of the week, but they weren't as boring as Los Angeles.

What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is mama's long hair, is being afraid and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)...is going to be alright.

The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.