Pray To God And Say The Lines.

There Is A Certain Ecstasy In Wanting Things You Can't Get.

The Best Time I Ever Had With Joan Crawford Was When I Pushed Her Down The Stairs In Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?

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.

The Real Actor - Like Any Real Artistj- Has A Direct Line To The Collective Heart.

Psychoanalysis. Almost Went Three Times - Almost. Then I Decided What Was Peculiar About Me Was Probably What Made Me Successful. I've Seen Some Very Talented Actors Go Into Analysis And Really Lose It.