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

If you do not surrender, I shall be forced to shoot you through the head with a rather large bullet.

It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.

Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.

I don't go for this auto-cannibalism. Very damaging.

Being sober for so many years is getting interesting.

For me, life has either been a wake or a wedding.