I always feel, I guess being a product of the movies of the 40s where movies were the greatest things and screens were big and palaces were palaces and stars were larger than life that reality was so much inferior to what we felt was conceivably possible from what we had seen in the movies.

I don't inhale because it gives you cancer, but I look so incredibly handsome with a cigarette that I can't not hold one.

Usually, you hire people that you think are wonderful.

Problems are like toilet paper. You pull on one and ten more come.

Is world peace possible or is the human race too innately aggressive? For instance: Have you ever seen women at a sample sale?

I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want

For some reason I'm more appreciated in France than I am back home. The subtitles must be incredibly good.