Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

The worst constructed play is a Bach fugue when compared to life.

I cry out for order and find it only in art.

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

In the last stages of a final illness, we need only the absence of pain and the presence of family.

An actress always knows when she's hit it and mostly you haven't; but once or twice I think I hit it right, so maybe that's good enough for one life.

We live in a very tense society. We are pulled apart... and we all need to learn how to pull ourselves together.... I think that at least part of the answer lies in solitude.