My stage fright gets worse at every performance. During the overture I hope for a theater fire, typhoon, revolution in the Pentagon.

Try not to have idols: they are interchangeable and lead to a wantonness that is easily mistaken for love.

I believe that the only possible reason for our being here is to serve in some form or another but that the form is not always readily found or recognized. And I've noticed that those who refuse to serve often wind up as slaves.

The so-called film star's lot is an infantile and precarious one.

Am I incapable of living with the one sole guarantee, that I'm still here? Am I afraid of living because I fear death?

... lapses of memory are only attractive when you've encouraged them, not when they take you unawares.

Success and failure are greatly overrated. But failure gives you a whole lot more to talk about.