I love performing in Las Vegas.
I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.
Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound.
Nobody knows anything. . . . . . Not one person in the entire motion picture field knows for a certainty what's going to work. Every time out it's a guess and, if you're lucky, an educated one.
Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
A good writer is not someone who knows how to write- but how to rewrite
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.
You little know what a ticklish thing it is to go to law. [Lat. , Nescis tu quam meticulosa res sit ire ad judicem. ]
Sometimes things happen that you never thought would. Sometimes you're just blessed
I was daily intoxicated, yet no man could call me intemperate.