Silence is the sure sign that you're on your way out in Hollywood.

You either go along with the system - conform to what is expected to be a hit - or you have very tough going.

You can't eat your friends and have them too.

We only hate the results of people. But people, Henry, aren’t just results. They’re a process.

There seem to be two kinds of self-conscious self-made men, those who like to dwell on the patriotic details of their ascent from newsboy or shoe-shiner at two bucks and peanuts a week and those who take every new level as if it were the only one they ever knew, rushing ahead so fast they are ashamed, afraid to look back and see where they’ve come from. One is a bore and the other is a heel.

You’re physically incapable of having friends. All you can ever have are enemies and stooges.

Nize baby, et op all de screenplay.

The principal furniture in Billie’s mind was a good-sized bed.

He was one of those magnificent fakes who could overwhelm himself with his own sincerity.

It made me uncomfortable. I guess I’ve always been afraid of people who can be agile without grace.