“I found they took a lot out of you and they were exhausting for me in a lot of ways.”

Either I act or I die.

I am more alive in the theater than anywhere else, but what I take into the theater I get from the streets.

The thing that can get you a little upset is when people say other people are better than you. That can bug you.

Whether he’s doing great acting or not, you’re seeing somebody who is in the tradition of a great actor.

Pretty soon I’ll start worrying about [my fame] because [my children] carry my name and they have that exposure.

It turned out that time doesn’t heal the wound , but in its so merciful way , blunts the edges ever so slightly

It had a tremendous influence on my becoming an actor.

I didn’t want anything written about me. Then, you know, things happen, finally it’s OK and I trust Larry. Nothing about it is salacious in any way.

I had it on scraps of paper and the maid threw it out.

At one point he took the robes he was wearing and just started flipping them up in the air, out of nowhere. And later, an actor said to him.

My own celebrity, my own life. This is semi-autobiographical in terms of my commitment to this kind of thing.

I was shocked when I heard about Paul Newman retiring at age 82. Most actors just fade away like old soldiers.

There is no happiness. There is only concentration.

I was never very happy with performing; it didn’t turn me on much.

I found that speaking live to people, young people, about what I liked and what had been happening to me was very good for me.

I wanted to be a baseball player, naturally, but I wasn’t good enough.

Although you may spend your life killing, You will not exhaust all your foes. But if you quell your own anger, your real enemy will be slain.

How exhausting it is to keep running from and running to you at the same time.

Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget’s cough.

But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.

I know that the twelve notes in each octave and the variety of rhythm offer me opportunities that all of human genius will never exhaust.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.

I’m at my best when I’m exhausted and under pressure.