“I want to be a great actor someday, and I’ve decided there’s no use philosophizing; the only way is to work at my craft.”

The difference between the actor and the painter is that the actor would buy somebody a knish in order to have them watch him act.

On any given Sunday you’re gonna win or you’re gonna lose. The point is — can you win or lose like a man?

They say we die twice – once when the last breath leaves our body and once when the last person we know says our name.

I always had this thing, when I was younger especially, I didn’t want to do movies that much.

Anybody who cares about what he does takes risks.

I destroy it because it’s no longer coming from my unconscious.

The hardest thing about being famous is that people are always nice to you.

[Oscar Wilde’s Salome screenplay] is not autobiographical in a sense where you go to my house and see my kids and stuff like that, but that’s why I guess it’s semi-autobiographical.

You’re talking to him and all of a sudden, you say, “He’s puttin’ that in his cash register!”

A kiss is a lusty dollop of dessert to be served with desire and savored with passion.

There are a couple of times I would’ve liked to have married. I think I made a mistake, especially once.

It was her way of getting out, and she would take me with her. I’d go home and act all the parts.

I’m sensing something and I’m going along with it. It reminds me of a painting, the way Jackson Pollack painted – Jackson Pollack, the great, great artist.

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.

I’m Just an Old Chunk of Coal (But I’m Gonna Be a Diamond Someday).

When you regret something, what you aren’t seeing is that someday, later, or maybe sooner, you’re going to see why you didn’t get the thing you wanted. So often, something better is just around the corner.

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

I’m interested in the truth, and unauthorized biographies are not. Yes, I would like to correct those errors someday.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.

[To the suggestion that Great Britain might someday want a Republic:] We’ll go quietly.

Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity.