Tales of adultery are much improved by period costumes.

Pain narrows consciousness; pleasure blurs it.

When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.

My passions have never jumped out of the fireplace and set fire to the carpet.

Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth

The sewing machine joins what the scissors have cut asunder, plus whatever else comes in its path.

Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.

The laughter of the aphorism is sometimes triumphant, but seldom carefree.

'Be faithful to your roots' is the liberal version of 'Stay in your ghetto.'

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

The ship is always off course. Anybody who sails knows that. Sailing is being off course and correcting. That gives a sense of what life is about.

The dead weren’t scary. It was the living you had to watch out for.

Simplicity of character is no hindrance to subtlety of intellect.

So there'll be no guiding light for you and me We are not sailors lost out on the sea We were always headed toward eternity Hoping for a glimpse of Galilee

I'm crazy enough to believe that maybe I'll never lose a fight.

I went with an exorcist for a bit. I just want to know really practical things, like how do you hold someone possessed by the devil.

I haven't played a lot of wallflowers but I have played women who have been vulnerable.

For years governments have been promising more than they can deliver, and delivering more than they can afford.

Though varying wishes, hopes, and fears, Fever'd the progress of these years, Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seem The recollection of a dream.

To some extent I'm guilty of wishful thinking. The absence of the interstitial I find unbearable.