Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.

I'd met Sharon Tate at the Cannes Film Festival.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

Nancy Clutter is always in a hurry, but she always has time. And that's one definition of a lady.

It's redundant to die in Los Angeles.

I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.

All artists are two-headed calves.