In television, women can really run anything. It can be a comedy, it can be a drama, it can be genre, it can be anything. But in films, women are still getting to the top

You're forced to think about what your goals are and you clarify them because you're taking this journey with another person and you need to be open with your partner.

People should dress the way they want. Any rules for age or shape are silly.

Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...

I will have to admit, though, that I will never look at an apple in quite the same way.

How small the cosmos (a kangaroo's pouch would hold it), how paltry and puny in comparison to human consciousness, to a single individual recollection, and its expression in words!

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.

Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.

What surprises you in life? The marvel of consciousness -- that sudden window swinging open on a sunlit landscape amidst the night of non-being.

Discussion in class, which means letting twenty young blockheads and two cocky neurotics discuss something that neither their teacher nor they know.

My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free?

All religions are based on obsolete terminology.

...for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.

…She was, obviously, one of those women whose polished words may reflect a book club or bridge club, or any other deadly conventionality, but never her soul.

In and out of my heart flowed my rainbow blood.

Genius is finding the invisible link between things.

Do what only a true artist can do ... pounce upon the forgotten butterfly of revelation

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

There is an old American saying 'He who lives in a glass house should not try to kill two birds with one stone.

The lost glove is happy.

I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly.

There is no science without fancy and no art without fact.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp?