This year I'm a star, but what will I be next year? A black hole?

Visually I've always liked the 20s 30s for film. I do these because I like the music. I like the clothes. I like the way the women and the guys look. There are soldiers and sailors and gangsters with the machine guns in their violin cases. It's a very colorful era of New York, full of great theater and great nightclubs and great jazz.

Eighty percent of success is showing up.

Abysmal vermin that I am, I couldn't of course tell her that it was her incredible mother that I wanted to see again… I knew only as I drove through the cold, night autumn air that somewhere Freud, Sophocles and Eugene O’Neill were laughing.

I didn't know he was dead; I thought he was British.

I'm not saying I didn't enjoy myself, but I didn't.

Don't think of death as an ending. Think of it as a really effective way of cutting down your expenses.