I remember things the way they should have been.

All literature is gossip.

Of course people couldn't help but think I must be a bit of a dyke myself. And of course I am. Everyone is: a bit. So what? That never discouraged a man yet, in fact it seems to goad them on.

Every day is a new day with me. All holds are off. All contracts are forgotten.

I guess if you're that thin and that small you don't need to take up too much space or breathe that much air. You just keep on going.

I'm sure Proust was a big bore.

Of course, at their best, movies are anti-literature and, as a medium, belong not to writers, not to actors, but to directors.