For two extraordinary years I have been working on it - learning to write - but mostly learning how to tell the truth. At first it is quite impossible. You make yourself better than anybody, then worse than anybody, and when you finally come to see you are "like" everybody - that is the bitterest blow of all to the ego. But in the end it is only the truth, no matter how ugly or shameful, that is right, that fits together, that makes real people, and strangely enough - beauty.

Anyone who has achieved excellence in any form knows that it comes as a result of ceaseless concentration.

The tragedy of film history is that it is fabricated, falsified, by the very people who make film history.

Writing is 1 percent inspiration, and 99 percent elimination.

A well dressed woman, even though her purse is painfully empty, can conquer the world.

Love is a publicity stunt, and making love, after the first curious raptures, is only another petulant way to pass the time waiting for the studio to call.

I do not excuse myself with the usual escape of 'not trying.' I tried with all my heart.