Day after day, I spent long afternoons in the talent pool, being told how to walk, how to talk, how to sit.
I used to annoy my father by telling him how much I felt luck was with me.
Trying to make order out of my life was like trying to pick up a jellyfish.
In show business the saying seems too often true: it isn't enough to succeed; someone else must fail.
I admire anyone who rids himself of an addiction.
I suppose life is a little like that, isn't it, a message in a bottle pitched out to sea, to be carried by the winds and the tides, washing up on the beaches we could never imagine.