Horror does not interest me, and so I know little of its practicioners, old or current

I'm not aware that I was consciously influenced by any director, though these things often happen unnoticed, submerged in the unconscious.

Would you like to hear a nice definition of jealousy? It's the feeling that you get when someone you absolutely detest is having a wonderful time without you.

I lived in Georgetown in the late 70s about four houses down from the steps.

God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.

But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn't otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.

For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.