This isn’t fiction, the man says. This is the Post Office.

Always be reading something, he said. Even when we're not physically reading. How else will we read the world? Think of it as a constant.

Brave old world.

Words are themselves organisms, ...

But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They're foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quite regardless.

Is there any escaping the junkshop of the self?

Is there never any escaping the junkshop of the self?

It is perhaps rather fine, after all, being dead. Highly underrated in the modern western world.

A good indignation brings out all one's powers.

Teaching is not a lost art but the regard for it is a lost tradition.

We all owe to others much of the gentleness and wisdom that we have made our own; and we may well ask ourselves what will others owe to us

As a loyal believer in the Auteur Theory I first felt editing was but the logical consequence of the way in which one shoots. But, what I learned is that it is actually another writing.

There is a very remarkable inclination in human nature to bestow on external objects the same emotions which it observes in itself, and to find every where those ideas which are most present to it.

February dawn -- frost on the path Where I paced all winter.

Not everyone has equal abilities, but everyone should have equal opportunity for education.

Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.

Good can still exist when bad things happen, just as evil persists when good things happen.” - Carter to Georgina

When I was a kid I really liked the guitarist of The Doors [Robby Krieger]. He plays blues, but he plays a lot of melodic things. He plays scales that are kind of unusual, and some bent notes.