She's half mad and three parts drunk.

We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person. It is some conception of our own that we love. We love ourselves, in fact.

Dignity was the first quality to be abandoned when the heart took over the running of human affairs.

The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.

I don't think they'll ever make a retro Bond.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

I have teken refuge in the doctrine that advises one not to seek tranquility in certainty but in permanently suspended judgement.

We keep a journal to entrap that collection of selves that forms us, the individual human being.

I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration.

Film is a medium of clear lines and broad strikes - which can be fantastic - but compared to the subtleties and nuances of a novel, it doesn't even get close.

I let people off the hook too easily.

We assume that all statements must be mild inversions of the truth, because it's too weird to imagine people who aren't casually lying, pretty much all the time.

Find joy and solace in the simple, and cultivate your utopia by feeling the Tao in every cubic inch of space.

Whenever there is a conflict between human rights and property rights, human rights must prevail.

Judges,lawyers an politicians have a license to steal.We don't need one.

Sometimes even when the book is over I dont know whos good and whos bad. Its really more interesting, I think, to write about gray characters than it is to write about black and white.

The fun thing about journalism is if you go do a story about something, you can now ask three intelligent questions about it. Or say three intelligent things. And that gets people talking.

There is absolutely nothing you can learn out of one bllodeshot eye.

Necessity dominates inclination, will, and right.

An artist may have burdens the ordinary citizen doesn't know, but the ordinary citizen has burdens that many artists never even touch.

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier