The reviewer is a singularly detested enemy because he is, unlike the hapless artist, invulnerable.
My professional life in Hollywood has been filled with joy and laughter.
It seems that entertainment is what most excites us and what we value above everything else.
Talent can be developed, gift is God-given. But artists have both.
Nations have come under the control of haters and fools.
I do talk less now because the sound of my voice saying over and over the things I said years ago embarrasses and depresses me. Why do I say the same things over and over?