We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.

You put your time where your priority is.

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.

Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.

Gradually the feeling wears off, and I feel swamped again by the inexplicable pettiness of being alive.

One thing about London is that when you step out into the night, it swallows you.

I'd never chosen to be alone, but that was the way things had turned out, and I'd grown used to it.

The best thing is the combined effect of nicotine with alcohol, greater than the sum of the two parts.

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

When you are seeing a person, you are not really seeing him. You are seeing his reflection through the mirror of your mind.

Damn tricky cats!

I graduated from high school in 1963. There were no computers, cell phones, Internet, credit cards, cassette tapes or cable TV.

I'm not invited to the Vanity Fair dinner where they watch the Oscars - or even the Oscars themselves - so I sit at home and watch it with a bunch of close friends.

Everything in my life is a fragile decision that somebody else made.

The main point for me is moral; animals are sentient beings. I know for some this is a hard argument to accept, but we're not built to eat a lot of meat.

Actors are such an insecure breed.

My son youngest son David's favorite song - he plays guitar - and he likes "Devil Pray." That's his favorite.

It takes no courage to say or do what's popular.