Peter O'Toole Quotations | Page 2

I can make the best French toast.

I can't stand light. I hate weather.

What I like is bottomless flattery.

Marriage is forever. It's like cement.

I found him perhaps the least terrifying man I've ever met in the theater—because at first glance I could see through him and he could see through me, and he knew that I knew that he knew. Look, love, I've been bullied all my life by bigger experts than Larry Olivier, I can assure you, and he's just got to get in line.

It was a mistake and I made the mistake because I was conservative and played safe. And that way lies failure." "Must do it... constantly go to the well... constantly try, try, try. Dare. Dare, Dare. Who dares wins

When my father would come home from the track after a good day, the whole room would light up; it was fairyland. But when he lost, it was black. In our house, it was always either a wake ... or a wedding.

It distresses us to return work which is not perfect.

Everyone praises Sachin Tendulkar. He may be a genius in his own right but in my book, Rahul Dravid is the artist. Dravid's defence tactics, his strokes, his cuts, his grace are truly amazing. I'd like to meet the chap sometime and take my hat off to him.

I'm a professional and I'll do anything - a poetry reading, television, cinema, anything that allows me to act.

I will not be an ordinary man, because I have a right to be extraordinary.

Question: How do you know you're God? Answer: Simple. When I pray to him, I find I'm talking to myself.

Acting has been described as farting about in disguise.

I do not choose to be a common man…it is my right to be uncommon—if I can…I seek opportunity—not security…I want to take the calculated risk; to dream and to build, to fail and to succeed… to refuse to barter incentive for a dole… I prefer the challenges of life to the guaranteed existence, the thrill of fulfillment to the stale calm of utopias….

There may be honor among thieves, but there's none in politicians.

I have no intention of uttering my last words on the stage. Room service and a couple of depraved young women will do me quite nicely for an exit.

A victory? What have we won? We've won a rock in the middle of a wasteland, on the shores of a poisoned sea.

Many years ago I sent an old, beloved jacket to a cleaner, the Sycamore Cleaners. It was a leather jacket covered in Guinness and blood and marmalade, one of those jobs... and it came back with a little note pinned to it, and on the note it said, 'It distresses us to return work which is not perfect.' So that will do for me. That can go on my tombstone.

I did quite enjoy the days when one went for a beer at one's local in Paris and woke up in Corsica.