“I’m not going to go through life with one arm tied behind my back.”

An actor must interpret life, and in order to do so must be willing to accept all the experiences life has to offer. In fact, he must seek out more of life than life puts at his feet.

I don’t have to explain anything to anybody.

An hour or two of learning from the masters is usually enough to recharge my artistic batteries.

Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today.

If I can keep this up and nothing interferes with my progress, one of these days I might be able to contribute something to the world.

You are who you are meant to be. Dance as if no one’s watching. Love as if it’s all you know. Dream as if you’ll live forever. Live as if you’ll die today.

Whatever’s inside making me what I am, it’s like film. Film only works in the dark. Tear it all open and let in the light and you kill it.

To me, acting is the most logical way for people’s neuroses to manifest themselves, in this great need we all have to express ourselves.

Racing is the only time I feel whole.

In the short span of his lifetime, an actor must learn all there is to know, experience all there is to experience, or approach that state as closely as possible.

What better way to die? It’s fast and clean and you go out in a blaze of glory!

There is no way to be truly great in this world. We are impaled on the crook of conditioning.

It was an accident, although I’ve been involved in some kind of theatrical function or other since I was a child – in school, music, athletics.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover.

I’m a serious-minded and intense little devil – terribly gauche and so tense that I don’t see how people can stay in the same room as me. I know I couldn’t tolerate myself.

A good boy, and I’m very proud of him. Not easy to understand, no sir. He’s not easy to understand. But he’s all man, and he’ll make his mark.

Hence it comes about that all armed Prophets have been victorious, and all unarmed Prophets have been destroyed.

War is just when it is necessary; arms are permissible when there is no hope except in arms.

What a dog I got, his favorite bone is in my arm.

How many more children have to die before this country realizes that No Gun Zones create perfect locations for violence?

You can not stop criminals and mad men with laws, you can only stop violence with the fear of armed victims.

A sweaty Macbeth with blood on his arms coming in fresh from the battle doesn’t interest me.

I fling myself down on my back, throw my arms and legs out so that I look like an asterisk, and gaze at the sky.

I once recommended [in a San Francisco Chronicle column] that a third arm – a plastic arm – be sewn at the base of the spine so that people could have a tripod to sit on while waiting in line, and it was taken seriously.