That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

For the film maker must come by his convention, as painters and writers and musicians have done before him.

Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day

Peter would think her sentimental. So she was. For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying – what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must say simply what one felt.

No passion is stronger in the breast of man than the desire to make others believe as he believes

That perhaps is your task--to find the relation between things that seem incompatible yet have a mysterious affinity, to absorb every experience that comes your way fearlessly and saturate it completely so that your poem is a whole, not a fragment; to re-think human life into poetry and so give us tragedy again and comedy by means of characters not spun out at length in the novelist's way, but condensed and synthesized in the poet's way--that is what we look to you to do now.

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?