Isaac Davis: I give the whole thing... four weeks. That's it.
Mary Wilke: I, I can't plan that far in advance.
Isaac Davis: You can't plan four weeks in advance?
Mary Wilke: No!
Isaac Davis: What kind of foresight is that?
Isaac Davis: The steel cube was brilliant?
Mary Wilke: Yes. To me it was very textual, you know what I mean? It was perfectly integrated, and it had a marvelous kind of negative capability. The rest of the stuff downstairs was bullshit.
Mary Wilke: Isn't it beautiful out?
Isaac Davis: Yeah, it's really so pretty when the light starts to come up.
Mary Wilke: Yeah, I know. I love it.
Isaac Davis: Boy, this is really a great city, I don't care what anybody s-s - it's really a knock-out, you know?
Mary Wilke: I guess I should straighten my life out, huh? I mean, Donnie my analyst is always telling me...
Isaac Davis: You call your analyst Donnie?
Mary Wilke: Yeah, I call him Donnie.
Isaac Davis: Donnie, your analyst? I call mine Dr. Chomsky, y'know, he hits me with a ruler.
Yale: You just can't live the way you do, you know? It's all so perfect.
Isaac: What are future generations gonna say about us? My god, you know someday we're gonna
[Isaac points to a hanging skeleton]
Isaac: we're gonna be like him! I mean, he was probably one of the BEAUTIFUL people. He was probably dancing and playing
tennis and everything. And now look: this is what happens to us. You know, it's very important to have some kind of personal integrity, you know? I'll be hanging in a classroom one day, and I want to make sure when I thin out, that I'm... well-thought of.
Mary Wilke: [reading aloud from Issac's wife's memoir] He was given to fits of rage, Jewish liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self-righteous misanthropy, and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life but never any solutions. He longed to be an artist but balked at the necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death, which he
elevated to tragic heights when in fact it was mere narcissism.
Mary Wilke: [reading aloud from Issac's wife's memoir] 'He was given to fits of rage, Jewish liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self-righteous misanthropy, and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life but never any solutions. He longed to be an artist but balked at the necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death, which he
elevated to tragic heights when in fact it was mere narcissism.'
Isaac Davis: You shouldn't ask me for advice. I - when it comes to relationships with women, I'm the winner of the August Strindberg Award.
Emily: Well, I don't think 17 is too young. Beside that, she's a bright girl.
Yale: You'll get no argument from me. I think she's terrific. He could do a lot worse. He has done a lot worse. I just think he's wasting his life. You know, he writes that crap for television.
Isaac Davis: Don't write this book. It's a humiliating experience.
Jill: It's an honest account of our break-up.
Isaac Davis: Jesus, everybody that knows us is gonna know everything.
Jill: Look at you. You're so threatened.
Isaac Davis: Hey, I'm not threatened. Because, of the two of
us, I was not the immoral, psychotic, promiscuous one. I hope I didn't leave out anything.
Isaac Davis: We're having a great time and all that, but you're a kid and I never want you to forget that. You know, you're gonna meet a lot of terrific men in your life and, you know, I want you to enjoy me. My - my wry sense of humor and astonishing sexual technique, but never forget that, you know, you've got your whole life ahead of you.