What A Fool I Was To Come

Temperament Is Something That Is An Integral Part Of The Artist. Not Temper, Temperament. There Is A Vast Difference.

If Everyone Likes You, You're Not Doing It Right.

The Real Actor - Like Any Real Artistj- Has A Direct Line To The Collective Heart.

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.

I'd Luv To Kiss Ya, But I Just Washed My Hair.