It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman.

If I were well behaved, I'd die of boredom.

I detest acting because it is sheer drudgery.

I'm as pure as the driven slush.

In my lifetime I've been to bed with men, women, and odd pieces of furniture.

My progress reminded me of the horses in The Whip. They raced at the limit of their speed directly toward the audience. But they raced on a treadmill which canceled out their progress.

I'm the foe of moderation, the champion of excess. If I may lift a line from a die-hard whose identity is lost in the shuffle, 'I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right.'