It Is Time For Me To Chuck

Writing Is A Kind Of Performing Art, And I Can't Sit Down To Write Unless I'm Dressed. I Don't Mean Dressed In A Suit, But Dressed Well And Comfortably And I Have To Be Shaved And Bathed.

I Have No Memories I'm Prepared To Share With You.

Marriage Is Forever. It's Like Cement.

It Is Time For Me To Chuck In The Sponge. To Retire From Films And Stage. The Heart For It Has Gone Out Of Me: It Won't Come Back.

People're Artists They're Doing Something, Taking A Hunk Of Chaps, Giving It Some Order, Some Form, And Presenting It Saying Here Is My Little Song And Dance, My Chaos.