I'm Going To Make Him An Offer

Acting Is The Expression Of A Neurotic Impulse. It's A Bum's Life. Quitting Acting, That's The Sign Of Maturity.

I Had To Read Wuthering Heights For English And I Never Enjoyed A Book In All My Life As Much As That One.

When I Lie On The Beach There Naked, Which I Do Sometimes, And I Feel The Wind Coming Over Me And I See The Stars Up Above And I Am Looking Into This Very Deep, Indescribable Night, It Is Something That Escapes My Vocabulary To Describe. Then I Think: 'god, I Have No Importance. Whatever I Do Or Don't Do, Or What Anybody Does, Is Not More Important Than The Grains Of Sand That I Am Lying On, Or The Coconut That I Am Using For My Pillow.' So I Really Don't Think In The Long Sense.

Horror And Moral Terror Are Your Friends.

People Around Me Never Say Anything. They Just Seem To Want To Hear What I Have To Say. That's Why I Do All The Talking.