Just one more word. If I ever run into any of you bums on the street corner, just let's pretend we never met before.

I don't really know why, but danger has always been an important thing in my life - to see how far I could lean without falling, how fast I could go without cracking up.

Funny how gentle people get with you once you're dead.

Movie acting may not have a certain kind of glory as true art, but it is damn hard work.

I feel lousy about the pain that I've caused my wife and kids. I feel guilty and conscience-stricken, and all of those things you think sentimental, but which my generation calls simple human decency. And I miss my home, because I'm beginning to get scared shitless, because all of a sudden it's closer to the end than the beginning, and death is suddenly a perceptible thing to me, with definable features.

Just one more word. If I ever run into any of you bums on the street corner, just let's pretend we never met before.

Hell is paved with good samaritans.