...Summer nights held a special kind of loneliness that gave rise to strange imaginings. One walked the beach alone and thought too much.

Men and women walked casually about as they did on the main floor, every now and then stopping one another, exchanging pleasantries or scraps of relevantly irrelevant information. Gossip.

A theater person should know what holds an audience and what does not.

The most precious jewels are not made of stone, but of flesh.

You know, Mr. Webb, you have two commands you use with irritating frequency. 'Move' and 'Let's go.

What a man can't remember doesn't exist for him.

How gratifying to be there when arrogance collapses. How much more so to be the instrument. (Alfred Gillette)