Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.

I had only that one picture, Hitler, the Beast of Berlin, in which I had a part big enough to impress anyone. I tried for better roles over and over again

I have the face of an ageing choirboy and the build of an undernourished featherweight. If you can figure out my success on the screen you're a better man than I.

I know what's good for me. I can't play black or gray. I can't be a villain or anything close to one. I have to play white

Time scoots along pretty fast when you grow up.

I hear about stars being torn to pieces by fans. It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else

I'm shy and can't for the life of me barge around and slap people on the back. I sit in a corner by myself and am tickled to death when someone comes over to talk to me