Any work of art ... is great when it makes you feel that its creator has dipped into your very heart for his sensation.

I'm not happy when I'm writing, but I'm more unhappy when I'm not.

A woman has to be twice as good as a man to go half as far.

Art transcends war. Art is the language of God and war is the barking of men. Beethoven is bigger than war.

Family. A snug kind of word.

The vast army of women seeking divorce are mainly after easy alimony from men they have ceased to love - surely one of the most despicable forms of barter that can exchange human hands.

Nervous hands as if the fingers were dripping from them like icicles.

I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.

It takes a clever man to turn cynic and a wise man to be clever enough not to.

writing is the loneliest job in the world. There's always that frustrating chasm to bridge between the concept and the writing of it. We're a harassed tribe, we writers.

Few enjoy noisy overcrowded functions. But they are a gesture of goodwill on the part of host or hostess, and also on the part of guests who submit to them.

A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.

May be you have already reached your target, but if you don’t know this, you will move away from your target!

Of what use is a dream if not a blueprint for courageous action.

I think the art of filmmaking is something you learn through actions, by doing it, not by learning theories. And as you do it, your mind starts to change.

Whenever possible print a woman's age.

If you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch.

Climate change is a result of the greatest market failure the world has seen...We risk damages on a scale larger than the two world wars of the last century.

The closeness of reality and the distance of myth, because if there is no distance you aren't amazed, and if there is no closeness you aren't moved.

I'm very sorry if I offended anybody. I'd like to put it in the past now. What's done is done. I regret it.

A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang halfway through its little inborn tune.