Fire’s the sun, unwindin’ itself out o’ the wood.

If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Trees're always a relief, after people.

But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.

There no such thing as something! Why? Because everything's already turning into something else!

Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you’re afraid of them.

Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

The actor cannot afford to look only to his own life for all his material nor pull strictly from his own experience to find his acting choices and feelings.

Ideals are thoughts. So long as they exist merely as thoughts, the power in them remains ineffective.

Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.

I never plan to stop acting, I take it very seriously.

Elvis died the day he went into the army.

Do less than you ever thought it was possible to do.

There was nothing mean about his voice. In fact it was almost too nice. Like she was too dim to grasp whatever was so obvious to him. Which made her absolutely furious.

Personally, I don't give a rap for documents; for the truth in my eyes is not in them but in the mind.

Old houses are full with memories and that's why they resist to collapse!

I have news for you, there is no Superman (it’s up to us.)