“It’s a kind of madness in cosmopolitan cities now.”

Perhaps I’m not a good actor, but I would be even worse at doing anything else.

I am not an Englishman, I was never an Englishman, and I don’t ever want to be one. I am a Scotsman! I was a Scotsman and I will always be one.

I don’t understand if you get caught in a fight, but take it out on a room, how that implies some psychiatric disorder.

I care about Bond and what happens to him. You cannot be connected with a character for this long and not have an interest.

More than anything else, I’d like to be an old man with a good face, like Hitchcock or Picasso.

Love may not make the world go round, but I must admit that it makes the ride worthwhile.

The knighthood I received was a fantastic honour but it’s not something I’ve ever used and I don’t think I ever will.

There’s something fundamentally wrong with a system where there’s been 17 years of a Tory Government and the people of Scotland have voted Socialist for 17 years. That hardly seems democratic.

There is nothing like a challenge to bring out the best in man.

Your background and environment is with you for life. No question about that.

I’m fed up with the idiots… the ever-widening gap between people who know how to make movies and the people who green-light the movies.

I’m an actor – it’s not brain surgery. If I do my job right, people won’t ask for their money back.

It would almost need a Mafia-like offer I couldn’t refuse to do another movie.

I’m swimming every day and I’m even trying to get the golf swing working again – but that might take a little bit longer.

To cultivate an English accent is already a departure away from what you are.

You know, the Oscar I was awarded for The Untouchables is a wonderful thing, but I can honestly say that I’d rather have won the U.S. Open Golf Tournament.

I’ll work my way from irony to sincerity in the sinking city, a would-be Whitman of the vulnerable grid.

I miss my wife, I miss my home, I miss my dogs, I miss my kitchen, which is something I like to do outside of this is cook.

What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina. “Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?

There’s just no quiet in Vegas.

Each day when you see us black folk upon the dusty land of your farm or upon the hard pavement of your city streets.

You usually take it for granted and think you know us, but our history is far stranger than you suspect, and we are not what we seem.

Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

I love Japan, and Tokyo is my favorite city.