In some situations I was difficult, in odd moments impossible, in rare moments loathsome, but at my best unapproachably great.

When I appeared before the draft board examiner during World War II, he asked me if I thought I could kill. "I don't know about strangers," I replied, "but friends, certainly."

It'd be nice to please everyone but I thought it would be more interesting to have a point of view.

Talent's like a baby. Wrap it up in wool and it goes to sleep.

Underneath this flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.

So little time and so little to do.