The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.

Like the actor, authority has faith in its false whiskers. But its deepest faith is in the human illusion. People will hang on to illusion as eagerly as life itself.

Three years ago, the white hope of the theatre. Today, a mug. That's New York for you. Puts you on a Christmas tree, and then - the alley.

Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.

In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.

Television excites me because it seems to be the last stamping ground of poetry, the last place where I hear women's hair rhapsodically described, women's faces acclaimed in odelike language.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.