When I'm 80 and sitting in a rocking chair listening to the Rolling Stones, there is absolutely no way I'm going to feel old or forget my younger days.

My recovery from manic depression has been an evolution, not a sudden miracle.

Reality is hard. It is no walk in the park, this thing called life.

I've come to believe that whoever I am didn't start on December 14, 1946, and isn't going to end on whatever that mysterious date is in the future

I can't tell you what I had for breakfast, but I can sing every single word of rock and roll

From the moment we walk out the door until we come back home our sensibilities are so assaulted by the world that we have to soak up as much love as we can get, simply to arm ourselves.

I tell people to monitor their self-pity. Self-pity is very unattractive.

I still have highs and lows, just like any other person. What's missing is the lack of control over the super highs, which became destructive, and the super lows, which are immediately destructive.

Actors take risks all the time. We put ourselves on the line. It is creative to be able to interpret someone's words and breathe life into them.

Sometimes it is the simplest, seemingly most inane, most practical stuff that matters the most to someone.

All I will tell you is that I play a small role in someone's happily ever after.

Be at peace with yourself and everyone. It is the greatest inner strength.

She was merely an actress who had been forced to perform her part on stage without fully knowing her lines. She was not real.

Elohim, Adonai, Jehovah!Almighty God, Great is thy faithfulness!

Innovative solutions to new challenges seldom come from familiar places

It was one thing to have guessed it, another to have had that guess confirmed beyond possibility of refutation.

Crisis doesn't create character; it reveals it.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

Movies are now more often watched on the small screen anyway. But at least for me, what got lost in that is the difference in the medium.

I started off like everyone else does, slogging but having a compulsion to put words on paper. I didn't write or read horror or fantasy, other than children's fantasy, until I was in my teens

Genre fiction was looked at as a ghetto, but I wonder now if realist fiction, sealing itself off in the glum suburbs of a dysfunctional society, denying the use of imagination, was the ghetto.