I look in the mirror, and what I see is someone who has never grown up - a crashing sentimentalist who alternates between great heights and black depths.
When I look at myself, I see a person who strangely lacks what I consider the ingredients of a personality.
I've had three marriages end in disaster. Lynne knew the score when she married me. It was always just a matter of time before she became the fourth ex-Mrs. Peter Sellers.
When I am searching for a character, I leave myself open, as does a medium. And I think that sometimes you can be inhabited by the spirit of someone who lived at some time or who was a bit like the person you are doing. And maybe they come in and use you as a chance to relive again.
Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.
I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen.
