When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.
Peter O'TooleRead
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.
Interpretation
The speaker humorously prefers a lavish, indulgent exit to a solemn farewell.
Peter O'Toole's quote reflects a playful and irreverent attitude towards death and finality, suggesting that he would rather enjoy the pleasures of life, such as room service and companionship, rather than making a grand or emotional exit. This perspective highlights a person's desire to embrace life's joys right up to the very end, using humor to cope with the concept of mortality.
In practice
During a comedic toast at a retirement party.
When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.
No one should ever know where conduct ends and acting begins. Conduct unbecoming. That's what acting is.
I put steam on the table by being an actor. That is how I live. The longer I live, the more expensive it becomes. So I do my work. And I can't be immensely picky. How many beautiful scripts come in one's lifetime? I have had more than anybody, practically.
A few years back I was asked if I would go and meet a director and his various acolytes, and it occurred to me halfway through the meeting that what I was doing was auditioning. And I thought, 'Well, hang on buddy. I've done half a century of this.'
Acting is just being a man. Being human. Not forcing it.
It is time for me to chuck in the sponge. To retire from films and stage. The heart for it has gone out of me: it won't come back.
He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.
If the Martians ever find out how human beings think, they'll kill themselves laughing.
Second to agriculture, humbug is the biggest industry of our age.
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the covers... this is discrimination against the chronologically gifted.
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
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