I don't practise any religion but I am deeply interested in the answers that mankind has come up with to explain the human situation.

To enter a theatre for a performance is to be inducted into a magical space, to be ushered into the sacred arena of the imagination.

The elderly are all someone's flesh and blood and we cannot just shut them in a cupboard and hand over the responsibility for taking care of them to the state.

To live another person's life is quite a weird thing.

When the BBC decided to bring Doctor Who back as a feature film a few years ago, one national newspaper ran a poll to ask its readers who should be the new Doctor, and I topped it.

Childhood didn't have a big influence on me, really - in fact I spent most of it plotting how to escape.

I've come to this conclusion: What makes a great actor is great need. A huge need of acting.

My mother wanted me to be a teacher. She had this vision of me walking across the quadrangle in an Oxford college wearing my academic gown.

I am never bored, never short of anything to do and I don't even ever feel lonely. I am quite gregarious and I get out and about a lot, but sometimes it is just wonderful to be on your own.

Having caught a glimpse of what I might be able to do with my talent, I feel a tremendous obligation to try to fulfill it.

Everything that we have gone through, are going through, and will go through is there in Shakespeare. It is all of human life.

We must clean ourselves of any impurity.We must clear our cities of any dirt."For God has not called us to uncleanness, but to holiness." 1 Thessalonians 4:7

My memories are like a shuffled deck of cards, each one coming up at random.

With the manipulation of abstract symbols, an artist can send you information without sound, change your feelings and, sometimes, even beliefs. Artists convey the unspeakable. Artists inspire.

Men are only as loyal as their options.

I went to see John Mayall at the Marquee, with Peter Green on guitar, and that was a particularly good gig.

Family pride entertains many unsocial opinions.

Love me like a wrong turn on a bad road late at night.

I was thinking what a curious thing love is; only a sentiment, and yet it has power to make fools of men and slaves of women.

Copiousness of words, however ranged, is always false eloquence, though it will ever impose on some sort of understandings.

Wit is the unexpected copulation of ideas.