“What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.”

“And so could you know it if you would only use the brains the good God has given you. Sometimes I really am tempted to believe that by inadvertence, He passed you by.”

“I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea....”

“My whole belief in life was based on the fact that [she] loved me.”

“At first, I was polite. Really. I said "excuse me," I tried to squeeze through gaps, even apologized for stepping on some toes. What can I say, I'm Canadian.”

“Take what you want, says God, but pay for it”

“What are the years from twenty to forty? Fettered and bound by personal and emotional relationships. That's bound to be. That's living. But later there's a new stage. You can think, observe life, discover something about other people and the truth about yourself. Life becomes real--significant. You see it as a whole. Not just one scene--the scene you, as an actor, are playing. No man or woman is actually himself (or herself) till after forty-five. That's when individuality has a chance.”