Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.

I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.

I love the detail about the workings of the human heart and mind that only fiction can provide - film can't get in close enough.

So it's not about what you do. It can't be, can it? It has to be about how you are, how you love, how you treat yourself and those around you, and that's where I get eaten up.

[...] falling in love with someone beautiful and intelligent and the rest of it, then feeling like a blank twit put you at something of a disadvantage.

It seemed no longer important whether everyone loved me or not, more important now was for me to love them

When you're in love, the whole world is Jewish.

Attachment to spiritual things is... just as much an attachment as inordinate love of anything else.

The worst of a woman is that she expects you to make love to her, or to pretend to make love to her.

So love is rest? The cosy corner? The little nook? Sometimes it ought to be. Sometimes it is.

A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.

Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.

What's terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don't need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you're capable of better.

I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known.

Disneyland is a work of love. We didn't go into Disneyland just with the idea of making money.

I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

I love being in America. I used to love traveling and I am glad that I was able to go around the world. I still love to go to Europe, but I always want to come home.

"Love is a beautiful flower, but we must be brave enough to pick her up from the edge of a precipice."

"If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us"

Life is love, a gift from god and parent, death is gratitude for a new dimension

It's likely that only vibrations of love and gratitude appear in nature, and observations of nature shows this to be true.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Love is the energy of life.

Without love, our earth is a tomb