One time in the late '50s, when Peter Finch, Laurence Harvey, and I were all offered the same movie role - the assumption being that we weren't friends - we marched up to producer Dino De Laurentiis's door and declared in unison, 'We don't think we're suitable for the part.'

The common denominator of all my friends is that they're dead.

I did quite enjoy the days when one went for a beer at one's local in Paris and woke up in Corsica.

Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*.

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

I put steam on the table by being an actor. That is how I live. The longer I live, the more expensive it becomes. So I do my work. And I can't be immensely picky. How many beautiful scripts come in one's lifetime? I have had more than anybody, practically.

I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.