I am the cat that walks alone.

His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.

Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep.

My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.

Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).

Your reader is at least as bright as you are

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.

In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.

You might say that the universe plays the blues.

In the darkest of times, laughter helps revolutionize our perspective.

Your ability to consummate Leadership or follower-ship brings fulfillment at each appointed time in life

To make a long story short . . . there's nothing like having the boss walk in.

Unlike all the other art forms, film is able to seize and render the passage of time, to stop it, almost to possess it in infinity. I'd say that film is the sculpting of time.

If politicians lived on praise and thanks they'd be forced into some other line of business.

Then do you mean that I have got to go on catching these damned two-and-a-half pounders at this corner forever and ever? The keeper nodded. Hell! said Mr. Castwell. Yes , said his keeper.

The only other series I worked on a regular basis was Benson, and that was a sitcom, so there really wasn't a chance to go deeply into the characters.

I think if you look at the failure of journalism in the modern age, then I don't want to be called a journalist.

[On her thinness:] It's not what you'd call a figure, is it?