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Poverty Is Not Dated. Homeless People Have Looked The Same Since The Thirteenth Century. Go Back To The Times Of Tolstoy And Dostoyevsky. Look At Photographs. It's Amazing. The Face On A Homeless Person Is Timeless.

The Plight Of The Actor, Even If He's A Star, Is The Plight Of The Women's Movement. They're Saying The Same Thing To Us: Get Into Bed, Give Me A Good Time, Then Give Me Something To Eat, Go Get The Laundry, Be A Good Girl.

I Walked Out Of The Theater And Started Crying. My Wife Asked Me, 'why Are You Crying?' I Said, 'because I Can't Do That.' I Didn't Know How He Did It. I've Never Seen Anything Like That. It's Like This Feat, This Rodin Sculpture To Me. It's Like Hearing An Opera Singer And The Tears Go Down Your Face Because It's Not Human What They're Doing. It's Like Sounds Of Heaven.

I Hope To God I Don't Win An Oscar Tomorrow Night. It Would Really Depress Me If I Did. I Really Don't Deserve It. It Wasn't That Important A Part Anyhow.

Lightbulbs Die, My Sweet. I Will Depart.