I used to tremble from nerves so badly that the only way I could hold my head steady was to lower my chin practically to my chest and look up at Bogie. That was the beginning of The Look.
Even now I can say I'd love to finish my career here, and then stay in the game after that.
Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

