The only man who knows just what he thinks at the present moment is the man who hasn't done any new thinking in the past ten years.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

Be the most you can be, so life will be more because you were.

Not having children makes less work-but it makes a quiet house.

There is good and there is bad in every human heart, and it is the struggle of life to conquer the bad with the good.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

Those who never sail stormy waters are the quickest and harshest judges of bad seamanship.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

What is a clock? Something agreed upon and arbitrarily imposed upon us. Standard time. Not true time. Symbolizing the whole standardization of our lives.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

To cease to love -- that is defeat.

Beauty fades, dumb is forever.

I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.

Telling one lie begets another lie that begets another lie and before you know it that lie has grandkids, great grandkids and keeps growing. It’s like Lay’s Potato Chips, you can’t tell just one!

He IS just a normal boy.

If you had the power to destroy the world, would you do so?

Two packed houses. I guess the theater sat 2,700 people every night so it was an amazing experience.

...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.

All the classical genres are now ridiculous in their rigorous purity.

I think in an ideal world, one would be able to do everything, however, we don't live in an ideal world.

How wonderful it feels to be an artist and a woman in the twentieth century.