I don't believe in astrology. The only stars I can blame for my failures are those that walk about the stage.

You ask my advice about acting? Speak clearly, don't bump into the furniture and if you must have motivation, think of your pay packet on Friday.

Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.

Goodnight, my darlings, I'll see you tomorrow.

Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.

What I adore is supreme professionalism. I’m bored by writers who can write only when it’s raining.

If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.