I can't stand light. I hate weather.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.

It grieves us to produce work that is not perfect.

I am human, all too bloody human.

Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*.

Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.

I found him perhaps the least terrifying man I've ever met in the theater—because at first glance I could see through him and he could see through me, and he knew that I knew that he knew. Look, love, I've been bullied all my life by bigger experts than Larry Olivier, I can assure you, and he's just got to get in line.