I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.

If the world should blow itself up, the last audible voice would be that of an expert saying it can't be done.

I have three daughters and I find as a result I played King Lear almost without rehearsal.

At my age, I'm often asked if I'm frightened of death and my reply is always, I can't remember being frightened of birth.

As I grow older I find that though I think I'm saying the same things as I always did, people listen to me more.

A twinge of conscience is a glimpse of God.

I have four children which is not bad considering I'm not a Catholic.