I Agree With My Father, Albert Einstein,

I Was Preparing Myself For The Theater, And... I Got A Little Job Here And A Job There, But It Wasn't Going Well, And I Considered Some Time Before The Mid-60s That Maybe I Should Consider Something Else.

Once You Begin To Explain Or Excuse All Events On Racial Grounds, You Begin To Indulge In The Perilous Mythology Of Race.

I Think The Extent To Which I Have Any Balance At All, Any Mental Balance, Is Because Of Being A Farm Kid And Being Raised In Those Isolated Rural Areas.

Actors Never Discuss Future Plans.

I Mean, My People Were Very, Very Simple. They Were Peasant People, You Know?