I Like People Who Refuse To Speak

You Lose Your Manners When You're Poor.

The Writer's Intention Hasn't Anything To Do With What He Achieves. The Intent To Earn Money Or The Intent To Be Famous Or The Intent To Be Great Doesn't Matter In The End. Just What Comes Out.

Old Paint On Canvas, As It Ages, Sometimes Becomes Transparent. When That Happens It Is Possible, In Some Pictures, To See The Original Lines: A Tree Will Show Through A Woman's Dress, A Child Makes Way For A Dog, A Large Boat Is No Longer On An Open Sea. That Is Called Pentimento Because The Painter 'repented', Changed His Mind. Perhaps It Would Be As Well To Say That The Old Conception, Replaced By A Later Choice, Is A Way Of Seeing And Then Seeing Again.

Failure In The Theater Is More Public, More Brilliant, More Unreal Than In Any Other Field.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.