The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty.' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings.

As Ralph's character begins to discover the political thriller aspect of the film he falls deeper in love with his wife so the two run together. That's the beauty of this film. It has fast pace and excitement but it also has heart and soul.

What I've discovered is that in art as in music there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for my moment. It's the moment that the audience falls in love.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

I hate the stereotype of the pitfalls of the child actor. There are so many amazing examples - Natalie Portman Joseph Gordon-Levitt Jodie Foster Drew Barrymore - of people who have made it through.

The devil had as good have let Paul alone for he no sooner comes into prison but he falls a preaching at which the gates of Satan's prison fly open and poor sinners come forth.

Reading after a certain age diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.