I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.

I'm the most gregarious of men and love good company, but never less alone when alone.

We were in the Arabian Desert for nine months. And I was having the time of my life. It could have been an archeological expedition, a military expedition.

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

When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.

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.

There may be honor among thieves, but there's none in politicians.

The only exercise I take is walking behind the coffins of friends who took exercise.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.

I will not be an ordinary man, because I have a right to be extraordinary.

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

Hope is oxygen to the soul, and God is the oxygen of hope.

I want a big church wedding.

I'm a normal teen-ager except for my size.

There was almost a universal acceptance of unhealthy conditions. Sulfur dioxide in smokestack emissions were the price, or smell, of prosperity.

You can solve all the world's problems in a garden.

A lot of times, you're circling around a lot of things, and then you find that one person, or that little piece of dialogue, and it doesn't always have to be in person.

A piece of writing takes exactly as long as it needs to be done right.

Agreeing to draws in the middlegame, equal or otherwise, deprives you of the opportunity to practice playing endgames, and the endgame is probably where you need the most practice.

A person carries off the hat. Hats are about emotion. It is all about how it makes you feel.

The Shell The sea fills my ear with sand and with fear. You may wash out the sand, but never the sound of the ghost of the sea that is haunting me.