If He (peter O'toole) Had Been Any

It Is Not The Eyes Of Others That I Am Wary Of, But My Own.

There's Always Something Fishy About The French.

The Pleasures That Once Were Heaven Look Silly At Sixty-seven.

That Strange Feeling We Had In The War. Have You Found Anything In Your Lives Since To Equal It In Strength? A Sort Of Splendid Carelessness It Was, Holding Us Together.

Acting Is Not A State Of Being ... But A State Of Appearing To Be.