I'm lucky. Lord, I'm lucky.

I hate pride, but if I were going to be proud of anything it would have to be something I'd done myself. Race pride is kind of stupid.

Half the pictures directed by men of reputation fail.

The reviewer is a singularly detested enemy because he is, unlike the hapless artist, invulnerable.

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?

It was a lack of system that made the '30s Depression as inevitable as all others previously suffered.

I have heard show business characterized as a refuge for childlike persons in flight from all things harsh and real.