[On Kay Strozzi in The Silent Witness:] Miss Strozzi ... had the temerity to wear as truly horrible a gown as ever I have seen on the American stage. ... Had she not luckily been strangled by a member of the cast while disporting this garment, I should have fought my way to the stage and done her in, myself.

I don't want to review books any more. It cuts in too much on my reading.

The writer's way is rough and lonely, and who would choose it while there are vacancies in more gracious professions, such as, say, cleaning out ferryboats?

You do what you can, and you do it because you should. But all you can do is all you can do.

The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.

Somewhere, there, is an analogy, in a small way, if you have the patience for it. But I guess it isn't a very good anecdote. I'm better at animal stories.

Go to the Martin Beck Theatre and watch Katherine Hepburn run the gamut of emotions from A to B.