“I’m really obsessed with ‘Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares.’ I really don’t know why.”

All you really have when you’re acting is the confidence and your ability to manage and tell a story by creating a character.

This man belongs to me, I want him!

People in the arts often want to aim for the biggest, most obvious target, and hit it smack in the bull’s eye.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

Olympians are the product of the Movement, and to get them to the stadiums, pools and playing fields, it takes the actions of legions of people who might not be Olympians.

Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.

I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

If I am a great man, then all great men are frauds.

The blood is life… and it shall be mine!

Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed.

I’m at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I’ve just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.

I just never saw my mother in any other room but the kitchen. There were always pots going.

Kumquats ripen, open and plop flatly to the floor-and outside, in a neat, trimly-hoed kitchen-garden.

I love the way they run in fright when I turn on the kitchen light. And when I squish them on the ground, they make a pleasant crunchy sound.

When I was a young teenager my mother always encouraged my brother, my sister and I to get involved in the kitchen.

We have the most varied and imaginative bathrooms in the world, we have kitchens with the most gimmicks, we have houses with every possible electrical gadget to save ourselves all kinds of trouble – all so that we can have leisure. Leisure, leisure, leisure!

The ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.