Being abroad makes you conscious of the whole imitative side of human behavior. The ape in man.

Every age has a keyhole to which its eye is pasted. Spicy court-memoirs, the lives of gallant ladies, recollections of an ex-nun, a monk's confession, an atheist's repentance, true-to-life accounts of prostitution and bastardy gave our ancestors a penny peep into the forbidden room.

We are the hero of our own story.

Whenever in history, equality appeared on the agenda, it was exported somewhere else, like an undesirable.

The idea of Macbeth as a conscience-torm ented man is a platitude as false as Macbeth himself. Macbeth has no conscience. His main concern throughout the play is that most selfish of all concerns: to get a good night's sleep.

I'm afraid I'm not sufficiently inhibited about the things that other women are inhibited about for me. They feel that you've given away trade secrets.

If someone tells you he is going to make a 'realistic decision', you immediately understand that he has resolved to do something bad.