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She knows more of love than the poets can say, and her eyes offer something that won't go away.
I do actually dabble in a bit of poetry! And I'm yet to pen a script, but it is something that I've been telling myself I want to do.
I always felt that if I made a movie, it would be one movie; I didn't see how they could make 26 swimming movies.
Poetry, whatever the manifest content of the poem, is always a violation of the rationalism and morality of bourgeois society.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a portrait painter. As I got to be older, I realized that as a portrait painter I wouldn't be able to support a goldfish.
I am afraid of blood, but for some reason often I put blood in my photos... I don't know why.
There's Madeleine, and then there's 'Madeleine Albright'. And I sometimes kind of think, who is this person? Once you become 'Madeleine Albright' it doesn't go away.
I always made a point of telling the doctors I was sane, and asking to be released, but the more I endeavored to assure them of my sanity, the more they doubted it.
Talking about how I might write the next book is like talking about whether or not to have sex. Any dithering ruins it.
