The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

A fair share of anything is starvation diet to an egomaniac.

I don't really act. I say the words the way I would say them if I meant them.

I never really found out what love was.

I went out into the world when I was about 22. I wrote books and I illustrated books and did book covers, and I taught tap-dancing, and I was a model in the art school. I had no ability for any of those things, but what else could I do?

For flavor, instant sex will never supersede the stuff you have to peel and cook.

Any film is at least better than real life.