What I Like Is Bottomless Flattery.

It Is Time For Me To Chuck In The Sponge. To Retire From Films And Stage. The Heart For It Has Gone Out Of Me: It Won't Come Back.

We All Had Such Larks. Yes, It Was Hard Work But The Friendships And The Genuine Respect We Had For One Another, That Side I Shall Miss Greatly. I've Stopped Acting, But I Don't Think I've Finished Using My Voice. I Could, And Probably Will, Record The Whole Of Shakespeare's Sonnets. They Live At The Side Of My Bed And Are My Constant Companions.

It Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.

I Will Not Be A Common Man. I Will Stir The Smooth Sands Of Monotony.

I Will Not Be An Ordinary Man, Because I Have A Right To Be Extraordinary.