Blue is therefore most suitable as the color of interior life.

The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words.

Sports, politics, and religion are the three passions of the badly educated.

it is discouraging to leave the past behind only to see it coming toward you like the thunderstorm which drenched you yesterday.

It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word

For me, the short story is not a character sketch, a mouse trap, an epiphany, a slice of suburban life. It is the flowering of a symbol center. It is a poem grafted onto sturdier stock.

I am unlikely to trust a sentence that comes easily.

I write because I hate. A lot. Hard.

The expression to write something down suggests a descent of thought to the fingers whose movements immediately falsify it.

The speeding reader guts a book the way the skillful clean fish. The gills are gone, the tail, the scales, the fins; then the fillet slides away swifly as though fed to a seal.

What else is soul but a listener?

Mistakes are like bad loves, the more you learn from them, the more you wish they’d never happened.

The only difference between the sane and the insane is that the sane have the power to lock up the insane.

Tuesday's coming, did you bring your coat?

I've been lucky enough to do a few films that will last longer than an opening weekend and those films are the ones I'm proud of.

I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?

When you're good at something, you should continue to do it. Too many players have stopped at a relatively young age.

What the hell did I do in the 80's? Midnight Run. A perfect movie. Just a perfect movie.

We think that a powerful and vigorous movement is impossible without differences - "true conformity" is possible only in the cemetery.

But I think you have a right to know what it is you’re not being told.

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape Broken branches Trip me as I speak Just 'cause you feel it Doesn't mean it's there... We are accidents waiting Waiting to happen.