I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

I always said little Truman had a voice so high it could only be detected by bats.

The work of a writer, his continuing work, depends for breath of life on a certain privacy of heart.

The only unforgivable sin is deliberate cruelty.

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

I don't ask for your pity, but just your understanding - no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

Oh, I haven't reached any peak. I hit the bottom in the '60s. When a certain actress undertook the leading role in a recent play of mine, she referred to me as "that old derelict." Not to my face, but behind my back.