If I were ever stranded on a desert island, there would be 3 things I’d need: food, shelter, and a grip.

I think of myself as a fairly decent human being and it gives me great pain to be considered for all the mean S.O.B.s that come along. I've played bird decapitators, puppy stranglers, woman beaters, wife poisoners, child molesters - every goddamn thing you can think of. It was quite scene there for a while. But I think the image is changing...I hope to God the old image is fading from people's minds.

There is no question you get pumped up by the recognition. Then a self-loathing sets in when you realise you're enjoying it.

But when it became an international hoopla where careers lived and died on whether or not you did or didn't get an Oscar, then it got out of hand.

The (Academy Award) ceremonies are a two-hour meat parade, a public display with contrived suspense for economic reasons.

Truth is not always a pleasant thing.

There were times when I got frightened. Things weren't going right, so I just went out and got smashed. That's me. Something goes wrong, I find a bottle. I don't like it about myself but I've done it before and I'll do it again. But I never vanished for days or held up shooting or quit the picture.