I Didn't Forget Your Breakfast. I Didn't

Without Discipline And Detachment, An Actor Is An Emotional Slob, Spilling His Insides Out. This Abandonment Is Having An Unfortunate Vogue. It Is Tasteless, Formless, Absurd. Without Containment There Is No Art. All This Vomiting And Wheezing And Bursting At The Seams Is No More Great Acting Than The Convulsions Of Raving Maniacs.

It Is My Last Wish To Be Burried Sitting Up.

Old Age Is No Place For Sissies.

I Survived Because I Was Tougher Than Anybody Else.

Attempt The Impossible In Order To Improve Your Work.