“All I am is what I’m going after.”

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.

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.

The embassy was active here after the revolution. We didn’t have any problem with them. They started it.

After all, our families–our ancestors–are our identities. Biology is destiny.

It was a fleeting statement, one I didn’t think she’d hold on to; after all, she had birthed us alone, diapered and fed us, helped us with homework, kissed and hugged us, poured her love into us.

Do not seek after what you yearn for, seek the source of the yearning itself.

This year we watched the collapse of Mali, a consequence of the Libyan civil war. The south of Libya and Mali, and Niger too, are well on the way to becoming a no-man’s land. After 9/11,

Knowledge will appear in turn the merest ignorance to those who come after us. Yet it is not to be despised.

They only go after what they know they can get.

It will alter the way you hear poetry forever. And not in a good way.