Hard work, is the best medicine yet devised for all the ills of man- and of woman.

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.

No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.

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.

He had won but he didn't feel like a winner.

And do you know a funny thing? I'm almost fifty years old and I've never understood anything in my whole life.

Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.