In my collection, to me at least, the theatre of the past lives again and those long-dead playwrights and actors have in me an enthralled audience of… - Robertson Davies

Today I live in the gray, muffled, smelless, puffy, tasteless half-world of those who have colds.

I think possibly the final sophistication is the recovery of innocence. Where you really get where you take things rather simply. You can't have the innocence of peasants; you are not a peasant; you can't be one of them. But you have to work awfully hard to recover that with a few additional hot licks, by getting smart, wise. I think the final gift of sophistication would be a kind of innocent, clean view of things — which doesn't mean a simple, dumb view.

Women tell men things that men are not very likely to find out for themselves.