I can levitate birds. No one cares.

Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. [...] But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences—they were peddling emotional ones, too. For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack.

How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?

Me sitting down for dinner with Ingmar Bergman felt like a house painter sitting down with Picasso.

To me, movies are valuable as an art form and as a wonderful means of popular entertainment. But I think movies have gone terribly wrong.

I didn't know he was dead; I thought he was British.

Someday the lion is going to lie down with the lamb, but the lamb isn't going to get much sleep.