Yes, I have tricks in my pocket, I have things up my sleeve. But I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.

Nobody sees anybody truly, but all through the flaws of their own ego.

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

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

All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.