“I never drink… wine.”

I have lived too completely. I think I have known every human emotion.

When a film company is in the red they come to me. Always it is the same.

It is women who bear the race in bloody agony. Suffering is a kind of horror. Blood is a kind of horror. Women are born with horror in their very bloodstream. It is a biological thing.

It took me years to live down Dracula and convince the film producers that I would play almost any other type of role.

Actors were exploited no less by the capitalist managers than they were by the state.

In the studio the director controls the actor’s every move, every inflection, every expression.

I’d like to quit the supernatural roles and play just an interesting, down-to-earth person.

In Hungary, acting is a career for which one fits himself as earnestly as one studies for a degree in medicine, law, or philosophy.

I enjoy my work. I haven’t been an actor for 30 years without getting pleasure out of the profession.

A screen actor is compensated in the knowledge that millions will see his performance at one time, where only hundreds will see it on the stage.

Every producer in Hollywood had set me down as a type. I was both amused and disappointed.

The actor depends wholly on himself. He gives his performance in what, to him, seems the most effective manner.

I have played Dracula a thousand times on stage and I find I have become thoroughly settled in the technique of the stage and not of the screen.

In making theories, always keep a window open so that you can throw one out if necessary.

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.

It took several years of hard work in small roles before I attained stardom.

Life is a straight drink – straight pleasure, straight pain, straightforward, one hundred percent.

Eat, drink and love…the rest is not worth a nickel

I never drink anything hot; I don’t like hot drinks, very strange.

Health – what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down.

They have no manners and are woefully unable to deal with any social predicament. Their idea of a celebration is to go to a public house and drink six beers. They are mean, malicious and envious . They are scum.

I collect art, and I drink wine… things that I like that I had never been exposed to. But I never said, ‘I’m going to buy art to impress this crowd.’ That’s just ridiculous to me. I don’t live my life like that, because how could you be happy with yourself?

Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.

A monomaniac is a sick person whose mentality is perfectly healthy in all respects but one; he has a single flaw, clearly localized. At times, for example, he has an unreasonable and absurd desire to drink or steal or use abusive language; but all his other acts and all his other thoughts are strictly correct.