I like playing Vernon Dursley in 'Harry Potter,' because that gives me a license to be horrible to kids. I hate the odious business of sucking up to the public.

I've had a year out of work, more, and just toughed it out. There are those who think that all actors are overpaid. I beg to differ.

Broadway has the most savvy audience anywhere. They see everything and they know their theater. As sophisticated and subtle as you think you can be, the houses you get here will want something finer.

I hated my childhood. It was loathsome. My parents were deaf and dumb. Profoundly so. They could make noises when they were emotionally aroused, but they couldn't form it into speech.

I know I have this kind of teaching element in me, but I don't want to become a 'teacher of theater' because that would formalize something that I'd much rather keep casual.

I've got this terrible hernia. People think it's a fat gut, but it's not.

I trained as an artist originally, so I know what a nice human body looks like, and I would like to look like that notion, and of course I never will. But I've got past that.

Actors do have good and bad sides. It's because the passage down the birth canal distorts the face. People born by caesarean section are more symmetrical.

I've always hated the way I looked, and I've never complained about my brains.

My vanity is not remotely physical, it is cerebral. I suppose feeling self-conscious might be a form of vanity, though.

It's been the most astonishing year because I've been having a marvelous adventure, and yet I kind of sympathize with people who have to live in exile, because I've so missed England.

Managers should understand there are some simple things they can do tomorrow that will make a big difference in their culture, but so few managers do them.

If computers take over, it will serve us right.

the slight sense of degeneracy induced by reading novels before luncheon

When a peasant begins to feel the need for instruction, he usually becomes fiercely calculating.

Alone-- it is wonderful how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.

All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.

Oh yes!...The sweet summons of God to man. That's when He calls you up to His arms. And it's the most beautiful thing, a rebirth, a new life. But, just the same I'm in no rush to find out.

Learning from the best, you will eventually become the best if you have the talent already, if you have that potential.

He squeezes my hand, and my heart punches against my ribs. It's just like pain, this pleasure.

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee, there's something extraordinary in thee