Paris without a good book is like a pretty girl with only one eye.

But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.

Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.

She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.

The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.

Talents too many, not enough of any.

The longer I don't write, the more I hurt.

I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.

No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.

You jeopardize all if move slowly on a fast lane.

Dream-start with dream. Start tonight-become who you want-dream big!" He became animated at this point, "No money needed for dreams. Dreams are free.

The harsh reality will be the fear that has always been at the back of your mind coming to play right in front of your eyes

This is God's world, not Satan's. Christians are the lawful heirs, not non-Christians.

The trouble with happiness is that it never notices itself.

I think film is a world of directors. Theater is a world of actors.

The screen is a window through which one sees a virtual world. The challenge is to make that world look real, act real, sound real, feel real.

Guys just don't care. We don't take the time to plan behind each other's back. We just say, 'If you don't like me, screw you.' If a guy doesn't like you, you know because you have a black eye.

Let the subject generate its own photographs. Become a camera.

What producers did was mostly recording in the studio, so it never changed our sound just that much.