If I Ever Bore You,

The Tragedy Of Film History Is That It Is Fabricated, Falsified, By The Very People Who Make Film History.

After A Person Dies, His Biographers Feel Free To Give Him A Glittering List Of Intimate Friends. Anecdotes Are So Much Tastier Spiced With Expensive Names.

Anyone Who Has Achieved Excellence In Any Form Knows That It Comes As A Result Of Ceaseless Concentration.

Every Actor Has A Natural Animosity Toward Every Other Actor, Present Or Absent, Living Or Dead

Love Is A Publicity Stunt, And Making Love, After The First Curious Raptures, Is Only Another Petulant Way To Pass The Time Waiting For The Studio To Call.