Why spend 18 hours watching someone else's war, when you know how it comes out? We win, and then have to buy all their cars.

The laws and the stage, both are a form of exhibitionism.

Personally, I don't like a girlfriend to have a husband. If she'll fool her husband, I figure she'll fool me.

Now I'm an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.

Friendship creates only the illusion of not being alone.

Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two, but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash - the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes. A fact of life: we're going to die. "Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past. "Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing." Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.

The best thing commercially, which is the worst artistically, by and large, is the most successful.