here in Texas maybe we've got into the habit of confusing bigness with greatness.

Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven't a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.

It sounds so far away and different. I like different places. I like any places that isn't here.

To be alive is a fine thing. It is the finest thing in the world, though hazardous. It is a unique thing. It happens only once in a lifetime. To be alive, to know consciously that you are alive, and to relish that knowledge -- this is a kind of magic. Or it may be a kind of madness, exhilarating but harmless.

I think that in order to write really well and convincingly, one must be somewhat poisoned by emotion.

Imported actors, like certain wines, sometimes do not stand the ocean trip. This can be as true of American actors in Europe as it is of European actors in America.

Spring ... made fair false promises which summer was called upon to keep.