Have a very good reason for everything you do.

Surely we have always acted; it is an instinct inherent in all of us. Some of us are better at it than others, but we all do it.

I often think that could we creep behind the actor's eyes, we would find an attic of forgotten toys and a copy of the Domesday Book.

Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word.

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

We ape, we mimic, we mock. We act.

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