I Understand Everything,” He Said. “you Understand

Her Heart Was A Secret Garden And The Walls Were Very High.

You Don't Want To Be Rude But You Have To Be Careful - There Are A Lot Of Strange People Out There. (goldman Attributes This Quote To Cliff Robertson.)

Do I Love You? My God, If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.

Writing Is Finally About One Thing: Going Into A Room Alone And Doing It. Putting Words On Paper That Have Never Been There In Quite That Way Before. And Although You Are Physically By Yourself, The Haunting Demon Never Leaves You, That Demon Being The Knowledge Of Your Own Terrible Limitations, Your Hopeless Inadequacy, The Impossibility Of Ever Getting It Right. No Matter How Diamond-bright Your Ideas Are Dancing In Your Brain, On Paper They Are Earthbound.