People in love, it is well known, suffer extreme conceptual delusions, the most common of these being that other people find your condition as thrilling and eye-watering as you do yourselves.
Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex
The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature; only then can he see clearly
This is I have to admit, one murky compartment of the female psyche which has yet to benefit from the oven-scourer of Reason.
You need one of those slave-driving old studio bosses if you ask me, not a sensitive graduate who went into movies because he liked the clouds in Antonioni and then turned himself into a nouvelle vague Deutscher all hot for Truthspiel.
I read Hemingway's posthumous Paris memoirs, rumoured to have been written by his wife (`Out of the question,' Toni assured me, `they're so badly written they must be authentic').