I Don`t Set The Alarm To Get

How Was It Possible To Be Afraid And In Love... The Two Things Did Not Go Together. How Was It Possible To Be Afraid, When The Two Of Them Grew Stronger Together Every Day? And Every Night. Every Night Was Different, And Every Morning. Together They Possessed A Miracle.

I Think People Often Try To Find Through Sex Things That Are Much Easier To Find In Other Ways.

January. It Was All Things. And It Was One Thing, Like A Solid Door. Its Cold Sealed The City In A Gray Capsule. January Was Moments, And January Was A Year. January Rained The Moments Down, And Froze Them In Her Memory: [...]every Human Action Seemed To Yield A Magic. January Was A Two-faced Month, Jangling Like Jester's Bells, Crackling Like Snow Crust, Pure As Any Beginning, Grim As An Old Man, Mysteriously Familiar Yet Unknown, Like A Word One Can Almost But Not Quite Define.

One Situation – Maybe One Alone – Could Drive Me To Murder: Family Life, Togetherness.

I Was In New York. Hitchcock Was In California. He Rang Me To Make A Report On His Progress And Said, I'm Having Trouble. I've Just Sacked My Second Screenwriter