You once liked the blissful mobility, but then you wonder, who's the real you? And who's the chap on the screen?
You know, I catch myself acting out my life like a goddamn script.
They've great respect for the dead in Hollywood, but none for the living.
I do what I like.
I like my whiskey old and my women young.
I've had a hell of a lot of fun and I've enjoyed every minute of it. -- last words.
I can't reconcile my gross habits with my net income.
I intend to live the first half of my life. I don't care about the rest.
The public has always expected me to be a playboy, and a decent chap never lets his public down.
It isn't what they say about you, it's what they whisper.
If I have any genius it is a genius for living.
I felt like an impostor, taking all that money for reciting ten or twelve lines of nonsense a day.
Women won't let me stay single, and I won't let myself stay married.
I allow myself to be understood as a colorful fragment in a drab world.
I've made six or seven good films - the others, not so good.
My job is to defy the normal.
Any man who has $10,000 left when he dies is a failure.
I had now made about 45 pictures, but what had I become? I knew all too well: a phallic symbol. All over the world
I was, as a name and personality, equated with sex.