Success Is Built On Disappointment, And Disappointment

I'd Marry Again If I Found A Man Who Had Fifteen Million Dollars, Would Sign Over Half To Me, And Guarantee That He'd Be Dead Within A Year.

I Think I'll Have A Large Order Of Prognosis Negative.

If Everyone Likes You, You're Not Doing It Right.

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.

To Look Back Is To Relax One's Vigil.