Is there a God? There is, but we don't know where. Or who. And, indeed, why.

Everyone knows everything about all of us. That's too much knowledge!

It was the early 1970s and I was recently divorced. I had three kids and was totally broke. I managed to find work back east on the straw-hat circuit - summer stock - but couldn't afford hotels, so I lived out of the back of my truck, under a hard shell.

People have an affinity towards things, and you don't know where it comes from. Mozart wrote a symphony when he was four, so it's said; the theory is maybe because his father was a conductor, it happened in vitro, and he heard the music before he was born, and by the age of four he knew how to write music.

My wife and my three kids and my grandchildren are my life, but my horses and my dogs are everything else.

I think the acting satisfies the need and desire for approval.

I think you die the way you live.