“I’ve always been in the theater. I’ve always gone to it. That’s been my way to cope.”

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.

Love goes through different stages. But it endures.

I hope the perception is that I’m an actor, I never intended to be a movie star.

We start to realize that there are anodynes in life that help us through the day.

I have a life and do a lot of things, and so far my work has been my life.

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.

Early on in my career, I remember running – fleeing – to the theater as a way of coping with all the meshugaas that was going on for me.

When Harvey’s violent passion she did see, Began to tremble and to flee; Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree

Both wise, and both delightful too. And since Love ne’er will from me flee, A mistress moderately fair, And good as Guardian angels are, Only belov’d and loving me.

If you desire the path of sincerity, develop a love for obscurity. Flee from the clatter and clinks of fame.

When collapse is imminent, the little rodents flee.