We are ending where the savages began. We have found again the lost arts of starving non-combatants, burning hovels, and leading away the vanquished into slavery. Barbarian invasions would be superfluous: we are our own Huns.
If you loved, sooner or later you always lost; that was the penalty you had to pay for loving. Grief can be endured - somehow. But how poor and bare would be a life which had nothing to grieve over!
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
I love my editor, but that would be the definition of hell to me to live with someone and have them go page by page through my manuscript. That I want to avoid at all costs.
I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.
Sigmund Freud was a half baked Viennese quack. Our literature, culture, and the films of Woody Allen would be better today if Freud had never written a word.
To abandon the principle of simplicity would be to abandon all reasoning about the external world
I, personally, would be shocked if we went to the end of the tape now and I didn't have at least one. . . Look, even if I don't get one directly, eventually they're just going to have to give me one when I get old. So no matter how you slice it, I'm getting one.
I really think it would be cowardly to pull back and not challenge the status quo, when the status quo may not be the right way for the field to go.
I love 'Saturday Night Live,' and it's such a funny show. I don't know if I'm funny enough to be on it but definitely would be interested in doing it.
The Brits are ghastly. I never would accept a Brit. It would be like Laurence Olivier being happy getting a TV Times award.
I'd been to Memphis before, but we stayed out of Memphis early on in the late 70s for obvious reasons. People were very sensitive about Elvis Presley, and my stage name obviously would be provocative to some people in that area at that time.
Although I loved Liza as a little girl, it would be true to say I really didn't know her.
Come, my pretender, my fritter, my bubbler, my chicken biddy! Oh succulent one, it is but one turn in the road and I would be a cannibal!
Some of what I wrote bordered on blasphemy. . . . If there was a God, He would have to be truth. And in that case, candor--however impertinent--would be more pleasing to Him than posturing.
Theater is still a medium which attracts young writers. You'd think that it would be all over by now, with television and film. But it's not.
To say that you can't see echoes of the past in what I do would be absurd. Everything that has preceded me has affected me.
I don't think I'd live in London unless you paid me. Nine figures would be nice.
How much larger your life would be if you were smaller in it.
I was a guy who wanted to become famous. There was steam coming out of my ears, I wanted to be famous so badly. You want the attention, you want the bucks, and you want the best seat in the restaurant. I didn't think what the repercussions would be.
