Probably no greater honor can come to any man than the respect of his colleagues.

Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.

Who is omnipotent or wise enough to decide each new standard of good taste? Or sensitivity?

Nature eventually has her own way, so perhaps the best procedure is to accept what old Mother Nature or God, if you will, dictates. Accept it and you'll get along better.

To write an autobiography, you've got to expose other people. I hope to get out of this world as gracefully as possible, without embarrassing anyone.

I'm prepared. I have a gun and I know how to shoot, and whoever comes calling without an invitation will get it in the rear end.

...and there I suddenly found my articulate self in a dazzling land of smiling, jostling people wearing and not wearing all sorts of costumes and doing all sorts of clever things. And that's when I knew! What other life could there be but that of an actor?