They see me as an ordinary guy, like a construction worker or the guy who delivers your piano.

They see me as an ordinary guy, like a construction worker or the guy who delivers your piano.

Types really don't matter. I have been accused of preferring blondes. But I have known some mighty attractive redheads, brunettes, and yes, women with grey hair. Age, height, weight haven't anything to do with glamour.

I bring to a role everything I am, was and hope to be.

Working with Marilyn Monroe on The Misfits (1961) nearly gave me a heart attack. I have never been happier when a film ended.

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

The things a man has to have are hope and confidence in himself against odds, and sometimes he needs somebody, his pal or his mother or his wife or God, to give him that confidence.