George Eliot is my only steady girlfriend. We go to bed together every night.

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.'

It's such a relief for me to sit in front of a tape recorder and not be using it to learn my lines.

He's a scoundrel, young Brad Pitt, who led me, his elderly colleague, astray more than once.

Do you not know that King Kong the first was just three foot six inches tall? He only came up to Faye Wray's belly button! If God could do the tricks that we can do he'd be a happy man!

My professional acting life, stage and screen, has brought me public support, emotional fulfillment and material comfort. It has brought me together with fine people, good companions with whom I've shared the inevitable lot of all actors: flops and hits.

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.