I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.
My heart is as pure as the driven slush.
They used to photograph Shirley Temple through gauze. They should photograph me through linoleum.
The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make all the same mistakes - only sooner.
It's one of the tragic ironies of the theatre that only one man in it can count on steady work - the night watchman.
I've been called many things, but never an intellectual.
