I still don't know what the film was about because all I remember is a whole lot of technical dialogue about a body in a suitcase.

There's many a good tune played by an old banjo.

How do you play Hannibal Lector? Well just don't move. Scare people by being still.

I'm having a great life. And I'm 73 and they still phone me up and ask me to do a job here and there.

Beware the tyranny of the weak. They just suck you dry.

Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived... The pain now is part of the happiness then.

My life turned out to be beyond my greatest dreams.