How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.

The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.

Music is only love looking for words.

Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

To write a poem is like trying to catch a lizard without its tail falling off.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.

Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

When the kids are laughing in the audience, I tear up, I'm so happy I did a nice thing.

The challenge, really, on any new film is to try to avoid that and achieve a few moments that aren't cliche.

As a matter of fact, wherever I get to is a direct result of where I'm at now which makes where I'm at now equally important.

A duck's nest was found today near the trail on the dry open prairie with as far as could be seen no water or marsh near. The bird flew off but could not tell what species. The eggs nine originally.

I should like to make films that are not lowering to the spirit. A new building can be very harrowing, I should like to give people a chance to whistle.

I feel like everyone wants to make a movie that they feel passionate about watching.

It is art to conceal art. -Ars est celare artem

Yes, the words of the Mother can be heard as clearly as we hear one another. But one requires a fine nerve to hear Mother's words.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don't have a pure motive (O it's-such-fun-I-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) about writing.

What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we cannot cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves?