I apologize for being obvious but every time I watch the curtain come down on even a halfway decent production of a Shakespeare play I feel a little sorrowful that I'll never know the man or any man of such warm intelligence.
I think of novels in architectural terms. You have to enter at the gate and...
I wasn't privy to all of the intelligence that was coming in about Guatemala...
Give me a couple of years and I'll make that actress an overnight success.