Peter O’Toole, 1932 – 2013
PLAYBOY: Are you afraid of dying? O’TOOLE: Petrified. PLAYBOY: Why? O’TOOLE: Because there’s no future in it. PLAYBOY: When did you last think you were about to die? O’TOOLE: About four o’clock this morning. A few weeks ago I watched a commercial on television. It was selling insurance, and I had realized how graphic and Grand Guignol they’d got. There’s a fellow on the beach with his wife and ten children romping around in the sand, and suddenly they all dissolve. And he thinks: “Must insure with Prudential” or whatever. But if I was going to die, I’m afraid I … Continue reading Peter O’Toole, 1932 – 2013