Ask a writer what he thinks about critics and the answer you get is similar to what you get when you ask a lamppost how he feels about dogs.

If horse racing is the sport of kings, then drag racing must be the sport of queens.

It's to me one simple rule. Who imposes his will on the other man?

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

Jocelyn did not want to always remain the same. Where was the adventure in that?

An action, to have moral worth, must be done from duty.

He took it out like a sprinter, and brought it home like a distance swimmer.

I'm a very relentless individual and have a lot more insanity coming.

I have no memory, any at all, of actually performing the play, no recall in terms of the lines. I can't tell you any line from any play I've ever done.

Hey Dad, will you buy me a flame thrower? Of course not. Don't be silly. Even if I didn't use it in the house?

No-one really thought of fission before its discovery.

I'm trying to change the root of funk, trying to make it more progressive, more melodic and more lyrically structured.

Hair brings one’s self-image into focus; it is vanity’s proving ground. Hair is terribly personal, a tangle of mysterious prejudices