I told you: you can make yourself love anybody.
Dizzy with excitement is no mere phrase.
I couldn’t understand a sense of unease that multiplied until I could hear my heart beating.
The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.
I’ve tried to believe, but I don’t, I can’t, and there’s no use pretending.
Time. Time. What is time? Swiss manufacture it, French hoard it, Italians squander it, Americans say it is money. Hindus say it does not exist. Know what I say? I say time is a crook.
Are there any writers on the literary scene whom I consider truly great? Yes: Truman Capote.
Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.
It’s bad enough in life to do without something YOU want; but confound it, what gets my goat is not being able to give somebody something you want THEM to have.
Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.
My yardstick is how somebody treats me.
You’re wonderful. Unique. I love you.
It should take you about four seconds to walk from here to the door. I’ll give you two.
I remember things the way they should have been.
Talent is a valued tormentor.
The most dangerous thing in the world is to make a friend of an Englishman, because he’ll come sleep in your closet rather than spend 10 shillings on a hotel.
I don’t use a typewriter, I write longhand, with a pencil. Essentially I’m a horizontal writer. I think better when I’m lying down.
Sicily is more beautiful than any woman.
Life is difficult enough without Meryl Streep movies.
Mick Jagger moves like a parody between a majorette girl and Fred Astaire.