“The older I get the more things I gotta leave behind.”

When life hits you pretty hard, you can go into a dark corner.

I really am a manifestation of my own fantasy.

I’m a patriot of the heart.

Every time I’ve failed, people had me out for the count, but I always come back.

Movies are a whole different ball-game, now. It’s much more of a business – very scientific.

Voices are like fingerprints, from Cagney to Bogart. They never lost it. My voice is instrumental in categorizing me.

Don’t discuss your dreams. Pursue them!

I have a fear of heights that borders on mania.

Theater is like boxing – having the audience ringside. It’s instant gratification. Or horrification.

Characters I’ve played, they used to impact my paintings, like 80 percent of the time, and especially when I was doing an action film.

Clothing is the first step to building a character.

I wanted to show I had balls at age 60. Just because society says I’m old, doesn’t mean that I am. I’m pursuing happiness, even if it makes the people around me unhappy.

Artists die twice. First creatively. Then physically. The second one is the easiest.

I have tons of regrets, but I think that’s one of the reasons that push people to create things. Out of their angst, their regret, comes the best from artists, painters and writers.

Suddenly I’ve got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.

I think everyone has a certain kind of formula in their life. When you deviate from that formula, you’re going to fail big or you’re gonna win big.

Human life very much resembles a game of chess: for, as in the latter, while a gamester is too attentive to secure himself very strongly on one side of the board, he is apt to leave an unguarded opening on the other, so doth it often happen in life.

Thwackum was for doing justice, and leaving mercy to heaven.

The problem, as I see it, is that you’ve been told and not told. You’ve been told, but none of you really understand, and I dare say, some people are quite happy to leave it that way.

I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.

The wind is us– it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

You’ve got the kind of soul that leaves my heart open overflowing with the light you bring.

A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.