What so wild as words are?.

We don't really make friends, they make us..

Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projection….

I didn't want to admit that I was a performer. A performer meant spotlights - a performer had connotations of theater. I would have preferred agent t….

We are each the love of someone's life..

He gave everything to everybody. Except to me..

Everyone will be compelled to see that which is optically true, is explicable in its own terms, is objective, before he can arrive at any possible su….

Any woman is sexual, absolutely..

I still act. It's in my blood. I'll always be an actor..

That's where the money is, on the road..

Even the uncaptioned art photograph is invaded by language in the very moment it is looked at: in memory, in association, snatches of words and image….

No day in all my life had ever been as cruel as this one..

I love a good Dorothy L. Sayers..

Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Love and sacrifice are not the same thing, but they are inseparable. To think of Christ and to think of the Cross is not the same thing, but the asso….