To me Vivien Leigh was a tragic heroine of classic proportions: chosen, blessed and abandoned by the gods. Obstinately she tried to control and defy her destiny and to know her story is to be inspired by pity and terror.

I mean, the question actors most often get asked is how they can bear saying the same things over and over again, night after night, but God knows the answer to that is, don't we all anyway; might as well get paid for it.

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.

A rowdy bunch on the whole, they were most of them so violently individualistic as to be practically interchangeable.

What’s the use of remembering anything? If it was unpleasant it was unpleasant and if it was pleasant it’s over.

Oh, Teddy, darling, thank you, thank you, for restoring my cynicism. I was too young to lose it.

Acting doesn't bring anything to a text. On the contrary, it detracts from it.