Look... to go through life and call it yours - your life - you first have to get your own pain. Pain that's unique to you. You can't just dip into the common bin and say 'That's enough!'.

If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.

The trouble is if you don’t spend your life yourself, other people spend it for you.

And in fact, I think one of the best guides to telling you who you are, and I think children use it all the time for this purpose, is fantasy.

I was an accomplice in my own frustration.

What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve over, does it?

Tragedy, for me, is not a conflict between right and wrong, but between two different kinds of right.

I think plays, like books, are endemic. They grow out of the soil of the writer and the place he's writing about. I think, you just can't move them about, you know.

Everything we feel is made of Time. All the beauties of life are shaped by it.

Rehearsing a play is making the word flesh. Publishing a play is reversing the process.

Watching Italian opera, all those male sopranos screeching, stupid fat couples rolling their eyes about. That's not love, it's just rubbish.

Frame everything and some of it will become art.

Unfortunately complaining is one thing Eeyores are not afraid to do. They grudgingly carry their thimbles to the Fountain of Life, then mumble and grumble that they weren't given enough.

Cancer is the ultimate nemesis that hangs in the balance for one in three women and one in two men in their lifetime.

Treat yourself as if you already are enough. Walk as if you are enough. Eat as if you are enough. See, look, listen as if you are enough. Because it's true.

A little bit of this town goes a very long way. After five days in Vegas you feel like you've been here for five years.

People love talking about their jobs. Take them out, buy them lunch or take them for a beer and they'll talk about their job, provided they know that you're going to respect their anonymity.

It's almost two societies, the living and the dead, and you live with them both.

Last words are for those fools who believe they have not yet said enough.

Would the boy you were be proud of the man you are?

Apparently the average man sees woman alternatelyas an inferior being and as an angel.