The neglected legacy of the Sixties is just this: unabashed moral certitude, and the purity -- the incredibly outgoing energy -- of righteous rage.
Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.
When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.
In the midst of life, we are in death.
I learned. . . that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?
The human mind prefers to be spoon-fed with the thoughts of others, but deprived of such nourishment it will, reluctantly, begin to think for itself - and such thinking, remember, is original thinking and may have valuable results.
In conversation, points arise! If a human being converses much, it is impossible for him to avoid the truth! (Hercule Poirot)
Let's play with the career, if we can't find anything else to do
There is only one race, the human race.
As an actor I can sort of smell a duff note, that isn't full of that much conviction. My worst thing with directors is when I know more than them about the character.
She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.