"It is my art. I am better at it than I ever was. And I will do it as long as I can. When you reach a..." — Arthur Miller

I am older than everyone I ever knew. All my dogs are dead. Half a dozen cats, parakeets... all gone.

He's not the finest character that ever lived. But he's a human being, and a terrible thing is happening to him. So attention must be paid.

I love her too, but our neuroses just don't match.

If I have any justification for having lived it's simply, I'm nothing but faults, failures and so on, but I have tried to make a good pair of shoes. There's some value in that.