Jay Sebring cut my hair a couple of times.

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

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

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.

our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.

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

I've got something inside of me, peasantlike and stubborn, and I'm in it till the end of the race.