Theatre is the safe place to do the unsafe things that need to be done.

Whatever you do in terms of telling a story, the most important thing that you can define is who you are.

There are people who...tell you that the light in your heart is a weakness. Don't believe it! It's an old tactic of cruel people to kill kindness in the name of virtue.

Everything is painful, so why not be honest about the pain?

I'd like to thank everybody who ever punched or kissed me in my life and everybody who I ever punched or kissed.

Where the terror is, you must go.

I think that certainty is a closed door, It's the end of the conversation. Doubt is an open door.

When I write a screenplay - and I think this is true for a lot of people - you direct the movie. Thats what writing a screenplay is.

Monogamy is like a 40-watt bulb. It works, but its not enough.

I have doubts! I have such doubts!

Trying to lead an interesting life, a fruitful life, is a big challenge.

People today are still living off the table scraps of the sixties. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.

I think I'm a little more daunted by when the machinery of the play is really huge.

When I talk about secularism, I'm talking about theories today. To give you for example, one example: Those who consider themselves followers of Mosaddeq today are adamantly against federalism.

REAR, n. In American military matters, that exposed part of the army that is nearest to Congress.

I think there's always going to be a problem dealing with firearms, with knives. It's the animal we are that cause the problems.

I would never want something I'm wearing or the way I'm dancing or something to overshadow what I'm doing. I'd rather grab people's attention with my voice.

I was with a famous comedian when a young fan walked up and asked for an autograph. The comedian blew him off. I'll never forget the look on the young boy's face. He was devastated.

As a people we do not need anyone else's stamp of approval.

Seeing things a human shouldn't have to see makes us human.

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.