Get over it. Get on with your life.

I came from a real working-class show business family.

You just do the best you can with what you've got... and sometimes magic strikes.

My last son is leaving to go to college; my grandchildren are being born. My mother is living with me.

I would take plays and I would cut out all the other dialogue and make long monologues because I felt the other kids weren't taking it as seriously as I did.

The people who stand on the sidelines and criticize aren't actually in the arena, spilling their blood.

I MUST go to what desperately frightens me - the chance of failure.