Patricia Highsmith
I only know it takes weeks to recover, as if one had been in a car accident.Collection: Car
My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.Collection: Imagination
Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother.Collection: Humor
I don't think Ripley is gay. He appreciates good looks in other men, that's true. But he's married in later books. I'm not saying he's very strong in the sex department. But he makes it in bed with his wife.
I prefer to live in the country where it's quiet. Woody Allen movies there are dubbed into Italian.
I find the public passion for justice quite boring and artificial.
I hated cracking the whip, and these juries turn into political things.
A few years ago, there were requests to me, Can we make this? I said that I have no rights. Contact the Hitchcock estate, which won't release it for a remake.
I hope it will be set in California. In a way, I made a mistake, because a New Jersey policeman can't operate that way in New York. But in California, he can move between different counties.
For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.
I think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches.
I can't write if someone else is in the house, not even the cleaning woman.
I like to work for four or five hours a day. I aim for seven days a week.
I have no television - I hate it.
I don't set the alarm to get up. I get up when I feel like it.
That wasn't a bad price for a first book. My agent upped it as much as possible. I was 27 and had nothing behind me. I was working like a fool to earn a living and pay for my apartment.
I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.
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.
I have Graham Greene's telephone number, but I wouldn't dream of using it. I don't seek out writers because we all want to be alone.
Ripley is married. And he's not lost. He has his feet on the ground.
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.
Some fellow from the Third World kept hammering for prizes for a Communist film which was rotten.
The first person you should think of pleasing, in writing a book, is yourself. If you can amuse yourself for the length of time it takes to write a book, the publisher and the readers can and will come later.Collection: Book
My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace. (New Year's Eve, 1947)Collection: New Year
And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream of it.Collection: Dream
Life is a long failure of understanding ... a long, mistaken shutting of the heart.Collection: Heart
Honesty, for me, is usually the worst policy imaginable.Collection: Honesty
Everything human is alien to me.Collection: Aliens
Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!Collection: People
When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.Collection: Moving
Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.Collection: Men
Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is ever published or not.Collection: Book
One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.Collection: Murder
I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.Collection: Sex
The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.Collection: Night
I should love to do a novel, about one abnormal character seeing present-day life, very ordinary life, yet arresting through it, abnormality, until at the end the reader sees, and with little reluctance, that he is not abnormal at all, and that the main character might as well be himself.Collection: Character
This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake not staring at people from a sidewalk table.Collection: Mistake
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.Collection: Memories
In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.Collection: Sleep
Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wonderedCollection: Flower
But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him.Collection: Light
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.Collection: Morning
He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with.They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn' t that worth something? He existed.Collection: Simple
What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?Collection: Real
Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.Collection: Anticipation
It always gets late with you. - Is that a compliment?Collection: Compliment
The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.Collection: Kissing
I think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speechesCollection: Thinking
They were not friends. They didn't know each other. It struck Tom like a horrible truth, true for all time, true for the people he had known in the past and for those he would know in the future: each had stood and would stand before him, and he would know time and time again that he would never know them, and the worst was that there would always be the illusion, for a time, that he did know them, and that he and they were completely in harmony and alike. For an instant the wordless shock of his realization seemed more than he could bear.Collection: Past