This was progress. This was modernity: you could cover over the past completely. You could bury the old under a relentless surface of new, stretched from corner to corner.

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.

She crossed her legs and kicked out her feet, clad in thick wool socks and boots big enough to house a little old lady.

You are worth more than what people say or think of you.

Photography is like a moment, an instant. You need a half-second to get the photo. So it's good to capture people when they are themselves.

I'm trying to make some sense out of the phrase "Everything happens for a reason," and I think I've figured out what the reason is - to pissed me off.

That experience [in Hail, Caesar! ] ruined me for all future experiences, because the Coen brothers are the best. They're arguably the greatest of all time, if there is such a thing.

Your criticism sounds to me as if you have read too many critical books and are too smart in an artificial, destructive, and very limited way.

The plot is not very important to me, though a novel must have one, of course. It's just a line to hang the washing on.

Selfish men make the best lovers. They're prepared to invest in the women's pleasures so that they can collect an even bigger dividend for themselves.

But that's the problem with playing new music sometimes before the record comes out: You have a bunch of yayhoots with opinions.

For me, football is just a game, not a drama.