Polysyllables obfuscate a preponderant ignorance with so much more style and panache.

The only way to find out if you're immortal is to make it to the end of time and look around to see if you're still alive. Until you've done that, all you know is that you haven't died yet.

Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....

See with your own eyes, hear with your own ears, think your own thoughts, say what you must say, do what you must do, love all that you can and stand on your own two feet.

Every crowd has a silver lining.

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.

There's something therapeutic about connecting with an audience - when there's something really sort of odd or silly that you think is funny, and conveying it to an audience.

Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.

No one is so old that he does not think he could live another year.

I’d like them to say that Shirley Chisholm had guts. That’s how I’d like to be remembered.

When I act, a part of me goes into the character I am playing.