Food Doesn't Exist, But Can

Even If I Seemed To Remember, I Could Not Know. For Just To Remember Something Is Not To Know If It Really Happened. That Is A Primary Fact Of The Inner Life, The Most Difficult Fact With Which We Must Live.

Acting Is The Loneliest Profession I Know.

The Denial Of Language Is A Suicidal One And We Pay For It With Our Own Lives.

My Belief Is That Art Should Not Be Comforting; For Comfort, We Have Mass Entertainment And One Another. Art Should Provoke, Disturb, Arouse Our Emotions, Expand Our Sympathies In Directions We May Not Anticipate And May Not Even Wish.

Why Is Humanism Not The Preeminent Belief Of Humankind?