I have felt that odd whirr of wings in the head.

My mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost child–wandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.

But what is more to the point is my belief that the habit of writing thus for my own eye only is good practice. It loosens the ligaments. Never mind the misses and the stumbles.

...to use the little kick of energy which opposition supplies to be more vigorously oneself.

Yes, I deserve a spring–I owe nobody nothing.

Oh, magic hour, when a child first knows she can read printed words.

The Devil loved watching children pour down the front steps of the high school like lava from a volcano. Trolling for souls. He posed in one of his favorite guises today, a school bus driver.

Let's put it this way, when I was casting, I cast Viggo first and then found someone who could play his wife, rather than the other way around. So for me he's still the lead character.

It is not enough to have great qualities; We should also have the management of them.

Become my friend and you embrace a nightmare.

I started going back and forth, New York, London, New York, London. I wasn't looking back at all. I was doing tons of jobs. Working, working, working, working.

I think that all the silence is worse than all the violence

Modesty is that feeling by which honorable shame acquires a valuable and lasting authority.

It costs nothing to smile. Do it as often as possible

Above all, the thrall in which an ideology holds a people is best measured by their collective inability to imagine alternatives.