What Keeps Me Going Is

Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.

I Know You Have Not Thought About It. Italians Always Act Without Thinking, It's The Glory And The Downfall Of Your Civilisation. A German Plans A Month In Advance What His Bowel Movements Will Be At Easter, And The British Plan Everything In Retrospect, So It Always Looks As Though Everything Occurred As They Intended. The French Plan Everything Whilst Appearing To Be Having A Party, And The Spanish...well, God Knows. Anyway, Pelagia Is Greek, That's My Point.

Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being "in Love" Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

Compared To A Novel, A Film Is Like An Economy Pizza Where There Are No Olives, No Ham, No Anchovies, No Mushrooms, And All You’ve Got Is The Dough.

He Gets Into The Habit Of Thinking So Passionately At Night That He Begins To Be Persecuted By Insomnia.