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

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.

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.

My father taught me things about body language that psychologists have been catching up with ever since. He always knew when I was lying, because my posture was all wrong.

...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...

When you are socially aware, you will realize whether you are forcing yourself into a conversation or have actually been invited to participate.

Reason is the historian, but passions are the actors.

It's important to have girlfriends, because guys tend to come and go.

Complaining not only ruins everybody else's day, it ruins the complainer's day, too. The more we complain, the more unhappy we get.

And there are times that you got to speak up, and you’ve got to call things what they are!

I loved too sincerely, too completely, I venture to say, to be able to be happy easily.

Keynes, far from being a wholehearted lover of freedom, viewed with some sympathy the fascist and Communist ‘experiments’ of the 1930s.

It's great when you have people who will speak passionately and honestly about what they are doing.

There's healthy attachment, like with a mother and child. It's biologically part of our survival.