“Here in America we’re doing the most wonderful crafts”

I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men.

You can’t change the world, you can only change yourself.

And I think maybe all women, if they just had a chance, would be romantic and believe in love and not sex. And men believe in sex and not love.

I’m not too interested in books about India.

And culture is – each of us – is like one pearl added to another to make a chain. We each contribute to the other. And that’s all right. But once you’re on your own, do that which comes from within. And I feel this very strongly.

But, you see, the theatre is not always art in America.

You know, God, the power that makes life, whatever it is, had just to make two things, masculine and feminine, for all this mischief. And made them so there is this entirely different point of view about love and sex

Well, I don’t go out much socially. I don’t enjoy going out.

Very few people know how to work. Inspiration, everybody has inspiration. That’s just hot air.

But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.

I hang on to the statement of scientists that there is no time. Therefore, join me in telling everyone you are thirty-two. This allows me to go after young men and plan grabbing husbands from my girlfriends.

My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road.

The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges.

You see, I was never stage-struck the way most girls were.

Do be true to yourself, whether it’s bad doesn’t matter. The important thing – you have to copy while you’re studying.

I was in a convent for a year.

If you want to be a musician, study your craft. Study music.

You have to talk to the stone, and it has to talk to you.

If you succeed not, cast not away the quills yet, nor scratch the wainscot, beat not the poor desk, but bring all to the forge and file again; turn it new.

Study the rules so that you won’t beat yourself by not knowing something.

I just want to keep acting and better my craft and see how far it goes.

The craft of painting has virtually disappeared. There is hardly anyone left who really possesses it. For evidence one has only to look at the painters of this century.

Every serious novel is, beyond its immediate thematic preoccupations, a discussion of the craft, a conquest of the form, a conflict with its difficulties and a pursuit of its felicities and beauty.