I love informality. I hate dressing up. I hate to be conventional - and I hate every kind of snob.
I'm not basically a happy person, but I have all kinds of joy.
If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
I have the terrible feeling that, because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre, you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats, not Mount Sinai.
Gluttony is not a secret vice.
I do not suppose I shall be remembered for anything. But I don't think about my work in those terms. It is just as vulgar to work for the sake of posterity as to work for the sake of money.