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

The old-fashioned idea that the simple piling up of experiences, one on top of another, can make you an artist, is, of course, so much rubbish. If acting were just a matter of experience, then any busy harlot could make Garbo's Camille pale.

Age is not important unless you're a cheese.

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.

Actors work and slave and it is the color of your hair that can determine your fate in the end.

The faster we travel, the less there is to see.

At 50, you need to laugh about your age. If you don't, everybody else will do it for you. Happy birthday, old chum!