I have found it easier to identify with the characters who verge upon hysteria, who were frightened of life, who were desperate to reach out to another person. But these seemingly fragile people are the strong people really.

All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.

I can't expose a human weakness on the stage unless I know it through having it myself.

Liquor is one way out an’ death’s the other.

Somebody said once or wrote, once: 'We're all of us children in a vast kindergarten trying to spell God's name with the wrong alphabet blocks!

Luck is believing you're lucky.

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together