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.

A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

Val: Why do you go out there? Sandra: Because dead people give such good advice. Val: What advice do they give? Sandra: Just one word- live!

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

There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.

To begin with, I turn back time. I reverse it to that quaint period, the thirties, when the huge middle class of America was matriculating in a school for the blind. Their eyes had failed them, or they had failed their eyes, and so they were having their fingers pressed forcibly down on the fiery Braille alphabet of a dissolving economy.

In human character, simplicity doesn't exist except among simpletons.