Stop your idiocy, Sandra, please. For once in your death.

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

I guess it's the same way trees grow around the very vines that are killing them, so they're strangled and sustained all at once. After a long time, even pain can be a comfort.

I learned to swallow words back, hold secrets on my tongue until they dissolved like soap bubbles.

I guess we all have some of these - memories like artillery shells, fired at close range.

This was progress. This was modernity: you could cover over the past completely. You could bury the old under a relentless surface of new, stretched from corner to corner.

But those are just words, and words are just stories, and eventually, always, stories come to an end.

There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.

I never place limits on the potential success of my students. If they're going into acting, they're going to win the Oscar... If they're going into law, they're going to be chief justice.

Although one may fail to find happiness in theatrical life, one never wishes to give it up after having once tasted its fruits.

Celebrities used to be found in clusters, like oysters - and with much the same defensive mechanisms.

You can't teach talent, but you can teach people how to read strenuously and mimic the moves of rock-star writers so that they eventually accumulate a toolbox of skills.

That it might turn into music that would heighten emotion, but not be important in itself.

My favorite artists always documented emotion. Marvin Gaye and Al Green and Sade and Aaliyah.

The formula 'Two and two make five' is not without its attractions.

I try not to cry, in general. The experience of crying is so emotional and uncomfortable for me that I don't like to go there.

Those who were cowards never started, and those who were weak were lost on the way, but the brave find a home in every land.