Your motivation is your pay packet on Friday. Now get on with it.

Let's drink to the spirit of gallantry and courage that made a strange Heaven out of unbelievable Hell, and let's drink to the hope that one day this country of ours, which we love so much, will find dignity and greatness and peace again.

Everybody worships me, it's nauseating.

Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.

You ask my advice about acting? Speak clearly, don't bump into the furniture and if you must have motivation, think of your pay packet on Friday.

Madame Bovary is the sexiest book imaginable. The woman's virtually a nyphomaniac but you won't find a vulgar word in the entire thing.

We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?