I am living proof that the American dream still exists. It is still alive and well. There is only one trick you have to be willing to roll up your sleeves and work very very hard.

There are moments when you feel that the desire to work is fading and the only way to bring it back is to get away from it to put yourself in a state of frustration so you feel the need again.

The effectiveness of work increases according to geometric progression if there are no interruptions.

It's not about how much movement you do how much interaction there is it just reeks of credibility if it's real. If it's contrived it seems to work for a while for the people who can't filter out the real and unreal.

At 35 I'm definitely starting to feel more like a grown-up than I ever have. There's nothing in my life that is childish or whimsical. Having fun is fantastic and I never want to lose a sense of that - and also I think you have to have that to put into your work or else it's going to feel stiff.

Blessed is the man who has some congenial work some occupation in which he can put his heart and which affords a complete outlet to all the forces there are in him.

I think when you begin to think of yourself as having achieved something then there's nothing left for you to work towards. I want to believe that there is a mountain so high that I will spend my entire life striving to reach the top of it.

My own image of my work is that I no sooner settle into something than a break occurs. These breaks are always painful and depressing but despite them I see that there's a consistency that holds out but is hard to define.

There may be people who have more talent than you but there's no excuse for anyone to work harder than you do - and I believe that.

The theater needs continual reminders that there is nothing more debasing than the work of those who do well what is not worth doing at all.