If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies.

I don't want to know movie directors. I don't want to be close to them. I don't want to interfere with their work. I don't want them to interfere with mine.

Outside, under the marquee of the hotel, he stood a moment as he did each night beneath the marquee of the Hotel Hyperion, while he decided what direction to take, what to do. And suddenly, realizing it was not the Hotel Hyperion, that the circumstances were quite different, he felt loneliness spring up like a dark forest all around him. The odd thing was, he felt no impulse to hurry after her, to find her somehow. What would he have to offer her except the history of weakness, loneliness, and inadequacy, the decline and fall of himself? He himself was the core of the loneliness around him, and its core was inadequacy. He was inadequate even in love.

I prefer to live in the country where it's quiet. Woody Allen movies there are dubbed into Italian.

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

I only know it takes weeks to recover, as if one had been in a car accident.