Joe McCarthy and his Senate hearings were like witch-hunts.

American people have the ability to laugh at themselves. It is one of the things that makes this country the great country that it is.

Everyone seemed to be doing well except me and my career. And my accent was no helping me any.

Good things do not come easy. The road is lined with pitfalls.

Motion-picture studio floors used to be all wooden and not smooth at all. This was difficult when moving a camera around on a dolly.

An actor who is good at comedy can also be very good at drama, but not necessarily vice versa.

Making a television show is not like making Coca-Cola or Bacardi rum. The human element in our business prevents us from finding a successful formula every time.

Drinking intensifies all your pressures and your needs.

I learned a lot in those first years in Miami, while struggling just for survival, by observing my father's fortitude.

I could have stayed home and been kept by my wife.

A single prop that does not look real to an audience can louse you up. The same is true of the smallest flaw in setting up the motivation in a story line.

I want him to be with me because he likes being with me, not because he's forced to be with me or because he wants something from me. That's not how friendship should be." [Ellani]

If you were given the chance to be reborn after your death, buy you could only come back as a squirrel, would you complain?

It's not about WHO is right, it's about WHAT is right.

Is his work vengeance? Or Justice? There is the finest line between the two and when i try to focus on it, it becomes less and less clear.

I believe dreams represent the purest form of fantasy we unleash through our subconscious. They represent the truest freedom we can experience. Totally unrepressed and totally creative.

My change in party will enable me to be re-elected.

I don't want them to be told to remember me.

To be a good patriot, a man must consider his countrymen as God's creatures, and himself as accountable for his acting towards them.

Moth to a flame I follow.

where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death