I had done my first picture and I didn't have anything to do for awhile. I was asked to come back to New York and do Bus Stop in the role of the cowboy opposite Kim Stanley.

I lay in my dressing room after being in make-up waiting to go on. They knew I was feeling pretty rotten and they tried to give me time to rest. But I couldn't sleep. I couldn't do anything.

I went to a Gestalt therapist and said that I want to be able to at least tell my muscles that aren't involved that they don't have to go into spasms too.

Radio allowed people to act with their hearts and minds.

I was seeing everything through pain.

Every time I listened to Lux Radio Theatre, I wanted to vomit.

I kept having chills. This was in the middle of the summer and I was wearing a sheepskin jacket and I was chilling. I was shaking all over.

Fortunately, I was supposed to look confused and disoriented because, God, I felt that way.

I took pain pills to get to sleep because I didn't want to go to work the next day exhausted.

When I did Inherit the Wind, I learned about teaching school. I also found out what a fundamentalist was.

Jude was good. But he let his fear and jealousy get to him." Daniel shrugged. "'Fear leads toanger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to the dark side.

[S]hame is a child of custom rather than of nature.

The day I take either my body or my work for granted will be the day you hear that I've smashed every inch of myself to pieces.

We're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.

Wealth that comes quickly, goeth the same way.

There is an equator that runs just under the nose: all that live below the equator are animals; all that live above it are men.

Keeping you safe keeps me in shape.

A nation which does not remember what it was yesterday does not know where it is today.

No one will persist long in helping someone who will not help themselves.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?