Lotte Lenya was all emotion. She wasn't anything but emotion. She was not an intellectual.

I put everything I can into the mulberry of my mind and hope that it is going to ferment and make a decent wine. How that process happens, I'm sorry to tell you I can't describe.

If you listen, you learn; if you talk, you don't.

As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

Each day, as you get older, there is a new perspective on life. It's a progression of some sort.

Society is constantly recalibrating, redefining what it considers to be moral and immoral.

Life is full of ironies and paradoxes.

I never had any ambition to be a star, or whatever it is called, and I'm still embarrassed at the word.

Pretending to be other people is my game and that to me is the essence of the whole business of acting.

The only concession you can make is to what you believe is right.

Nudes are the greatest to paint. Everything you can find in a landscape or a still life or anything else is there: darkness and light, character dimension, texture. I painted heads too, of course.

I realized that I had the choice. I could give this moment a meaning, or I could choose to ignore it. It just depended on the kind of story I wanted to tell myself.

There is something fundamentally wrong in treating the Earth as if it were a business in liquidation.

Teaching was the hardest work I had ever done and it remains the hardest work I have done to date.

Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

The atmosphere of Venus consists of ammonia, sulfur, and nitric oxide. Man must have lived there once.

Krush Groove was a movie at the time. That was my first break. I just got to New York. I was right out of college and I was happy to have a job.

If you have a boring, insipid, mouse-like life where you're just afraid to be or do anything, then you don't bring much into your next life. You don't bring much power.

You are the vanguard of knowledge and consciousness; a new wave in a vast ocean of possibilities.

Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.

I am teaching more. That is what I do best.