The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.

My sister Edith died at the age of 43. She was the youngest sister and the funniest. I had to harrumph and snort a few times to stop the weeping.

I don't have tremendous physical vitality since I had a neck operation, and I'm more aware than I used to be of the tedium of acting.

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

Let's have days and days of brilliant clarity, etched and limpid, cool and surgical.