It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

Acting is a nice childish profession - pretending you're someone else and, at the same time, selling yourself.

It's life, isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.

Life is hard. After all, it kills you.

I have many regrets, and I'm sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret... if you have any sense, and if you don't regret them, maybe you're stupid.