“I want to be a great actor someday, and I’ve decided there’s no use philosophizing; the only way is to work at my craft.”

To me, it’s not who you love… a man, a woman, what have you… it’s the fact that you love. That is all that truly matters.

Being the actors of the craft, the trade, one of the big things you do and you learn is about repeating.

You want to finally come to a point where you say that the women you’re with is also your friend.

We were doing Scarface many years ago…and I remember having my coffee and looking at the beach, the surf, and I saw a hundred people looking out into the ocean.

I found out how temperamental I am, yes. And that sometimes that can be kind of off-putting.

My grandfather was a provider. Work, any kind of work, was the joy of his life.

I’m so shy now I wear sunglasses everywhere I go.

The problem with me is, I guess, the way I express myself, you have to be with me 50 years before you can get a sense of what I’m talking about.

I don’t think actors should ever expect to get a role, because the disappointment is too great.

Is it possible to do something that that makes an audience uncomfortable, challenges them, makes them see things they’re not used to?

Show me a bad script and I will show you a big payday.

Shakespeare is one of the reasons I’ve stayed an actor. Sometimes I spend full days doing Shakespeare by myself, just for the joy of reading it, saying those words.

I’ve often said there’s two kinds of actors. There’s a more gregarious type and the shy type.

There was a time in my life when being dishonest with women was the natural way to be. I finally said, “Hey, I have to stop this silliness.”

They made me feel pretty good. But it also did not make me feel bad NOT winning the Academy Award.

The truth is, you know, we need our anodynes. You know that word, anodynes? We need that in life some times.

When you regret something, what you aren’t seeing is that someday, later, or maybe sooner, you’re going to see why you didn’t get the thing you wanted. So often, something better is just around the corner.

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

I’m interested in the truth, and unauthorized biographies are not. Yes, I would like to correct those errors someday.

Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the business of life.

[To the suggestion that Great Britain might someday want a Republic:] We’ll go quietly.

Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling “Kilroy was here” on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.

Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity.

As human beings, don’t we need questions without answers as well as questions with answers, questions that we might someday answer and questions that we can never answer?