Remember what Anatole France said about the dog masturbating on your leg--'Sure, it's honest, but who needs it?

If my work has a theme, I suspect it is a simple one: that most human beings are inescapably alone, and therein lies their tragedy.

Do you know what the definition of insane is? Yes. It’s the inability to relate to another human being. It’s the inability to love.

Acting might bring on emotional exhaustion, but writing tired your brains out. Writing led to depression and insomnia and walking around all day with a haggard look.

if you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail… it takes back bone to lead the life you want

The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world.

Can you really think artists and writers are the only people entitled to lives of their own?