There's a mystery to writing, and you don't really know where most of it comes from.

Maybe tonight, maybe tonight by the fire all alone you and I. Nothing around but the sound of heart and your sighs.

You're alive, you might as well be glad.

I am, I said to no one there and no one heard at all, not even a chair.

The art of love is who you share it with.

I'm trying to find the truth in myself. To play somebody else doesn't interest me. It's not the focus of my life. I can get through most scenes and do the acting part of it, and at best, I'm going to be mediocre.

Pride is the chief cause in the decline in the number of husbands and wives.