I'm not working-class: I come from the criminal classes.

I can make the best French toast.

It distresses us to return work which is not perfect.

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

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.

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.'

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