Acting is illusion, as much illusion as magic is - and not so much a matter of being real.

You must have - besides intuition and sensitivity - a cutting edge that allows you to reach what you need. Also, you have to know life - bastards included - and it takes a bit of one to know one, don't you think?

Work is life for me, it is the only point of life - and with it there is almost religious belief that service is everything.

No matter how well you perform, there's always somebody of intelligent opinion who thinks it's lousy.

I have to act to live.

I'm rather bored by the subject - meaning me. It's a sort of a yoke, but at times you know, a yoke is a kind of comfort. And it's always there.

If he was lost for a moment, he would dive straight back into its honey.