When it comes to staying tuned: if you rest, you rust.

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.

Egocentrics are attracted to the inept. It gives them one more excuse for patting themselves on the back.

Everybody starts at the top, and then has the problem of staying there. Lasting accomplishment, however, is still achieved through a long, slow climb and self-discipline.

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.

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity - love. And the story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.