Acting is the loneliest profession I know.

I turn down invitations to do things for money. I have almost no interest in making money. Actually, I've acquired a fair amount of money that I will never live to spend. So earning money, in a way, depresses me, because I feel it's just piling up.

I feel akin to [William] Shakespeare in the sense that, as I see it, he lived to dramatize the unfailingly exciting, unfathomably strange interplay among human beings that constitutes "scenes" in his plays, and constitutes "story" in prose fiction.

None of the rest of my life figures here.

Death is just the last scene of the last act.

I don't believe in predestination - except for genetic predilections.

What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.