An actor without a playwright is like a hole without a doughnut.

Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen.

Bad officials are the ones elected by good citizens who do not vote.

Love demands infinitely less than friendship.

Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.

A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart.

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog and sometimes for a man.

Politics is the diversion of trivial men who, when they succeed at it, become important in the eyes of more trivial men.

Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

The test of a real comedian is whether you laugh at him before he opens his mouth.

Being able to hear someone say, 'I found an incredible job on The Muse, ' or 'It gave me courage to make a career change, ' that's the motivating factor.

The scum of the earth... but what fine soldiers we have made them.

The number one reason I write is to come to schools and see my readers. I would do it for free.

Man is not what he believes himself to be in his conscious decisions.

Maybe I'm wrong because I've not met the person yet, I really don't think I'd want to be with someone in the industry. I really don't think so. Once bitten, twice shy.

If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

In the Mexican repertoire there's a lot of super delicious things you can do with vegetables and beans and grains and all that sort of stuff. So I can do this thing.

There's no happy ending to cocaine. You either die, you go to jail, or else you run out.

People copy examples and then they wonder what is the trouble. They look at examples and without theory they learn nothing.

The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.