When Did I Realize I Was God?

Many Years Ago I Sent An Old, Beloved Jacket To A Cleaner, The Sycamore Cleaners. It Was A Leather Jacket Covered In Guinness And Blood And Marmalade, One Of Those Jobs... And It Came Back With A Little Note Pinned To It, And On The Note It Said, 'it Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.' So That Will Do For Me. That Can Go On My Tombstone.

I Have No Intention Of Uttering My Last Words On The Stage. Room Service And A Couple Of Depraved Young Women Will Do Me Quite Nicely For An Exit.

And Maddest Of All, To See Life As It Is And Not As It Should Be.

It Was A Mistake And I Made The Mistake Because I Was Conservative And Played Safe. And That Way Lies Failure." "must Do It... Constantly Go To The Well... Constantly Try, Try, Try. Dare. Dare, Dare. Who Dares Wins.

I'm A Very Physical Actor. I Use Everything - Toes, Teeth, Ears, Everything. I Don't Simply Mean Physical In The Sense Of Movement And Vigour. I Find Myself Remembering The Shape Of A Scene By How I'm Standing, What I'm Doing.