(on Katharine Hepburn) She Talks At You

The Whole World Is About Three Drinks Behind.

(on Katharine Hepburn) She Talks At You As Though You Were A Microphone; She Lectured The Hell Out Of Me On Temperance And The Evils Of Drink. She Doesn't Give A Damn How She Looks. I Don't Think She Tries To Be A Character. I Think She Is One.

It Is At Least Worth Arguing That There Is A Modicum Of The Creative Novelist In All Of Us, And That This Absorption With How Men Get Out Of Difficulties, Single-handedly And Alone If Possible, Is The Stuff Of Which We Weave The Warp And Woof Of Our Own Better Dramatic Imaginings.

Ah, Nuts. I'm An Actor. I Just Do What Comes Naturally.

Making Money Isn't The Main Point Of Business. Money Is A By-product.... A New Product Has Been Found, Something Of Use To The World. A New Industry Moves Into An Undeveloped Area. Factories Go Up, Machines Go In And You're In Business. It's Coincidental That People Who've Never Seen A Dime Now Have A Dollar And Barefooted Kids Wear Shoes And Have Their Faces Washed. What's Wrong With An Urge That Gives People Libraries, Hospitals, Baseball Diamonds And Movies On A Saturday Night?