I Sent My Flowers Across

I Went Back To Work Because Someone Had To Pay For The Groceries.

Yes, Burn Your Bridges.

Old Age Is No Place For Sissies.

Psychoanalysis. Almost Went Three Times - Almost. Then I Decided What Was Peculiar About Me Was Probably What Made Me Successful. I've Seen Some Very Talented Actors Go Into Analysis And Really Lose It.

Without Discipline And Detachment, An Actor Is An Emotional Slob, Spilling His Insides Out. This Abandonment Is Having An Unfortunate Vogue. It Is Tasteless, Formless, Absurd. Without Containment There Is No Art. All This Vomiting And Wheezing And Bursting At The Seams Is No More Great Acting Than The Convulsions Of Raving Maniacs.