I married at a tender age during my early stage and radio struggles.

When I said I no longer wanted to be a painter, that I wanted to be an actor, the first thing I did was get a stinking job in an insurance building.

Art doesn't feed me or fill the void when I am not working. If I haven't worked for six months, I can't paint.

To a large degree, those early lean days were self-imposed.

I suddenly realized how much I loved her when we attended Alfred Hitchcock's 75th birthday party last August. There was something magical about that night, and it made me see how much she really meant to me.

I'm not doing my work for constant success.

I am a poor student sitting at the feet of giants, yearning for their wisdom and begging for lessons that might one day make me a complete artist, so that if all goes well, I may one day sit beside them.