Tragedy Is When I Cut My Finger.

I Try To Give My Work Everything I've Got, Because When You're Dead Or You're Out Of The Business Or You're In An Old Actors' Home Somewhere, If You've Done A Good Job, Your Work Will Still Be 16 Years Old And Dancing And Healthy And Pirouetting And Arabesquing All Over The Place. And They'll Say, "that's Who He Is! He's Not This Decaying Skeleton."

Some Critics Are Emotionally Desiccated, Personally About As Attractive As A Year-old Peach In A Single Girl's Refrigerator.

I Have Been Lucky That Some Critics Joined The Mob In Loving Something I've Done, Or In Appreciating It. I've Been Lucky. But Most Of The Critics Don't Like What The People Like. I Think They Have A Very Strange Job, And They Are Meant To Criticize.

When You Get Big Special Effects Pictures, Sci-fi And Things, There's Little Or No Comedy. Or It's A Domestic Comedy And There's Not One Special Effect. But Very Rarely Do These Things Fuse And Come Out Right.

I Wanted To Entertain So Badly That I Kept At It Until I Was Good. I Just Browbeat My Way Into Show Business.