...life's about accumulating wrinkles, deep as rivers and as wide as is needed to travel along their path, so that by the time you're ready to die, your life can be read.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.

One father is more than 100 schoolmasters.

Intelligence is enormously sexy.

We dance to fall in love with the spirit in all things, to wipe out memory or transform it into moves that nobody else can make because they didn’t live it.

Dogs and cats get put to sleep; hogs and cows get slaughtered.

I'm known for my slightly inappropriate remarks.

Normal people do not create art.

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.

Forgiving presupposes remembering.