“I don’t care how small the parts are, as long as they’re good.”

If you can figure out my success on the screen you’re a better man than I.

Maybe I can’t act, but I know the gimmicks. I studied acting all my life and know what’s good for me.

Nobody’s strong enough to stand up under a flood of weak material.

I wish I were the type who could walk into a place and have everybody love me. But I’m not, and there’s no use wishing

Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.

A producer has to know all about everything from set-building to costumes to acting.

I think any movie star who refuses autographs has a hell of a nerve.

I learned more about acting from George Stevens in a few months than I had in my entire life up until then

I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me.

It seems only reasonable that the people have a right to know virtually everything about the personality they are buying each time they put their money through the box office

It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else.

I’m shy and can’t for the life of me barge around and slap people on the back.

I just want to make pictures that are entertaining. I’ll leave the scenery chewing to someone else.

I’m working myself to death.

Maybe I thought too much about picking up the money and not enough about the really good parts.

I have the face of an ageing choirboy and the build of an undernourished featherweight.

There are some things too dreadful to be revealed, and it is even more dreadful how, in spite of our better instincts,we long to know about them.

I hope to be on the scene for a long time. I’d love to be old and gray and still be working in this [horror] genre.

Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.

I complain to one of my fellow servers that I don’t understand how she can go so long without food. “Well, I don’t understand how you can go so long without a cigarette,” she responds in a tone of reproach. Because work is what you do for others; smoking is what you do for yourself.

No matter how much he would long for them to forget him, they would not be able to. His family was a part of him, not only in blood, but in spirit.

Right now, i had everything i could ask for. It wasn’t a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.

I had been walking in silence for so long,I had almost forgotten what my own voice sounded like.My knees were tired;my toes were beginning to ache.

People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they meet. You spend a little while talking and everyone starts to feel this conviction, you’re all equally sure that you’re at the beginning of something good. That’s how it is when you meet people you’re going to be with for a long time.