I will not be a common man. I will stir the smooth sands of monotony. I do not crave security. I wish to hazard my soul to opportunity.
I can’t stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.
I’m not working-class: I come from the criminal classes.
All the minor sports injuries you acquire over the years begin to multiply like flies when you get over 70.
I woke up one morning to find I was famous. I bought a white Rolls-Royce and drove down Sunset Boulevard, wearing dark specs and a white suit, waving like the Queen Mum.
I have my very own Oscar now to be with me until death us do part.
We were doing it under the most extraordinary circumstances, but the first out of the tent in the morning would be David Lean. He said to me on the very first day of shooting, Pete, this is the beginning of a great adventure.
My favorite food from my homeland is Guinness. My second choice in Guinness. My third choice – would have to be Guinness.
I know nothing at all about women. They are an amazing, beautiful mystery.
I saw a man killed in front of my eyes just before my eighth birthday.
I’m the most gregarious of men and love good company, but never less alone when alone.