The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair.

Why did God make woman so beautiful and man with such a loving heart?

Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

Nothing remains but desire, and desire comes howling down Elysian Fields like a mistral.

We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away.

I have discovered that most people have no one to talk to, no one, that is, who really wants to listen. When it does at last dawn on a man that you really want to hear about his business, the look that comes over his face is something to see.

[In art] you are telling the reader or the listener or the viewer something he already knows but which he doesn't quite know that he knows, so that in the action of communication he experiences a recognition, a feeling that he has been there before, a shock of recognition.