You dirty, double-crossing rat.

Perhaps people, and kids especially, are spoiled today, because all the kids today have cars, it seems. When I was young you were lucky to have a bike.

I got a part as a chorus girl in a show called Every Sailor and I had fun doing it. Mother didn't really approve of it, through.

Absorption in things other than self is the secret of a happy life.

Find your mark, look the other fellow in the eye, and tell the truth.

Learn your lines… plant your feet… look the other actor in the eye… say the words… mean them.

Outside of my family, the prime concern of my life has been nature and its order, and how we have been savagely altering that order.

There's not much to say about acting but this. Never settle back on your heels. Never relax. If you relax, the audience relaxes. And always mean everything you say.

Once a song and dance man, always a song and dance man. Those few words tell as much about me professionally as there is to tell.

The Postman Always RingsTwice.

You don't psych yourself up for these things, you do them... I'm acting for the audience, not for myself, and I do it as directly as I can.

He who lives in the present lives in eternity.

Life is too short not to celebrate nice moments!

You do your own stunts as an actor, and you end up getting hurt. It's not your job. You've got stunt guys. Stunt guys make a lot of money.

Everything in life is arbitrary yet must be over-determined in literature. Jean McGarry knows how to tell a persuasive tale illuminating these truths.

I have heard something said about allegiance to the South. I know no South, no North, no East, no West, to which I owe any allegiance.

It's a torture chamber, if we had to play it every day I don't think I'd be playing golf.

I have been very, very consistent. But at the same time I kept kind of hitting my head on the ceiling and I couldn't break through.

I did want to acknowledge and confirm the fact that my son does, indeed, have an autism diagnosis.

Every Christmas my hometown radio station would always play 'Christmas In Dixie' by Alabama. I always remember lovin' that song.

A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible.