Have A Very Good Reason For Everything

[on Whether He Harbored Any Resentment At His Forced Retirement From The Stage After He Was Fired By Britain's National Theater] I Should Be Soaring Away With My Head Tilted Slightly Toward The Gods, Feeding On The Caviar Of Shakespeare... An Actor Must Act.

We Ape, We Mimic, We Mock. We Act.

Autograph-hunting Is The Most Unattractive Manifestation Of Sex-starved Curiosity.

You Must Have - Besides Intuition And Sensitivity - A Cutting Edge That Allows You To Reach What You Need. Also, You Have To Know Life - Bastards Included - And It Takes A Bit Of One To Know One, Don't You Think?

In Spite Of A Heavy Disguise, A Few Days' Growth On My Face, Dark Glasses, A Beret And One Of William's Jackets That Fitted Me Not At All, As I Emerged From A Hotel In Lecce, A Young Fisherman Pointed Me Out To His Friends And Said "lavrenche Olivaire." It Was Not All That Amazing; If You're Not Known In Italy, You're Not Known Anywhere.