The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.
If you can't be yourself, what's the point of being anyone else?
The world is a funny paper read backwards. And that way it isn't so funny.
What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.
Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams.
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.