I am all in favour of spontaneity, providing it is carefully planned and ruthlessly controlled.

Being another character is more interesting than being yourself.

When I first went to America in 1928, there were spittoons everywhere. I remember avoiding spit as it flew past me in Times Square. Very unattractive.

Usually one must go to a bowling alley to meet a woman of your stature.

I am all in favour of spontaneity, providing it is carefully planned and ruthlessly controlled.

Acting is half shame, half glory. Shame at exhibiting yourself, glory when you can forget yourself.

Most of my friends seem to be either dead, extremely deaf or living on the wrong side of Kent.