I like to talk on TV about those things that aren't worth writing about.

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

The wind is us-- it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.

I couldn't understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.

The better the actor, the more stupid he is.

A work of art is one of mystery, the one extreme magic; everything else is either arithmetic or biology.