I guess, when you get down to it, a loving touch compensates for an unskilled hand about everywhere except in an airplane cockpit.

Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories.

You can be sad recalling sad times, but if you really want to be sad, recall happy times.

There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?

You always think you could have done more. That's why you need a friend - to tell you you did all you could.