The need to be loved and protected is at a peak when we feel abandoned and are particularly vulnerable to difficult circumstances.

We must overcome the notion that we must be regular... it robs you of the chance to be extraordinary and leads you to the mediocre.

The knowledge that every day there is something more to learn, something higher to reach for, something new to make for others, makes each day infinitely precious

no work of art is ever finished, nothing is ever static, no performance is for keeps.

All tedious research is worth one inspired moment.

To rebel or revolt against the status quo is in the very nature of an artist.

Once in a while, there's stuff that makes me say, That's what theatre's about. It has to be a human event on the stage, and that doesn't happen very often.

One cannot demand of art that it pay you in any other way than in the satisfaction of the work itself.

If you want a bourgeois existence, you shouldn't be an actor. You're in the wrong profession.

Thoughts and feelings are suspended in a vacuum unless they instigate and feed the selected actions, and it is the characters actions which reveal the character in the play.

We were not allowed to say, Screw, but we could say, Hump the hostess, because hump is in Shakespeare.

You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

He'd stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down déjà vu.

Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred, But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

The intelligent person is not one who merely knows what is good and what is bad. The intelligent person is one who, when he sees what is good, follows it, and when he sees evil, shuns it.

The person seeing perfection is the Master.

I thought instead of burying myself under dirt, I'd bury myself under water so everybody could see that you're there.

You cannot make a wind-mill goe with a paire of bellowes.

We are born spiritual creatures, with a body to feel and a mind, to fathom the unknowable.

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

I've always had a problem within myself of feeling that people didn't really see me as a musician and I'm out to get a bit of musical credibility.