Being with an insanely jealous person is like being in the room with a dead mammoth.
One does nothing who tries to console a despondent person with word. A friend is one who aids with deeds at a critical time when deeds are called for.
I never trashed a hotel room or did drugs.
A person dishonored is worst than dead.
I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.
Every person above the ordinary has a certain mission that they are called to fulfill.
After Versace was murdered, the first person to call me was Mandela.
Call no man happy until he is dead, but only lucky.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
A journalist is a person who has mistaken their calling.
I am a sensitive writer, actor and director. Talking business disgusts me. If you want to talk business, call my disgusting personal manager.
But it kills me, this fascination with celebrities' personal lives.
I'm not a real social person - I'm shy - and a lot of the business is just social.
When my dad divorced my mom it was kind of like him leaving me also. I just really didn't understand why he wasn't returning my phone calls, or why I couldn't see him whenever I wanted to. That was the most hurtful thing to me.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
It's that I have a good personality and am a good tennis player.
What is called genius is the abundance of life and health.
A woman must have money and a room of her own.
Remember that I wrote a pavane for a dead princess, and not a dead pavane for a princess!
Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.
Money, like vodka, turns a person into an eccentric.
Before I joined the project most of the English people with whom I had made personal contacts were left wing and affected to some degree or other by the same kind of philosophy.
When you're comfortable with someone you love, the silence is the best. And, that's how me and J. are. When we're in a room together, we don't have to say anything. It's for real.
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
These people live again in print as intensely as when their images were captured on old dry plates of sixty years ago... I am walking in their alleys, standing in their rooms and sheds and workshops, looking in and out of their windows. Any they in turn seem to be aware of me.