I Don't Think In Business It Matters

The Out-of-work Actor Wears Out More Than Shoe Leather. The Very Sensibilities That Make Him An Artist Are Shattered By The Disregard He Is Shown As A Human Being.

Some Young Hollywood Starlets Remind Me Of My Grandmother's Old Farmhouse -- All Painted Up Nice On The Front Side, A Big Swing On The Backside, And Nothing Whatsoever In The Attic.

Without Discipline And Detachment, An Actor Is An Emotional Slob, Spilling His Insides Out. This Abandonment Is Having An Unfortunate Vogue. It Is Tasteless, Formless, Absurd. Without Containment There Is No Art. All This Vomiting And Wheezing And Bursting At The Seams Is No More Great Acting Than The Convulsions Of Raving Maniacs.

If You've Never Been Hated By Your Child, You've Never Been A Parent.

There Is A Certain Ecstasy In Wanting Things You Can't Get.