I don't really know how many films I've done, and I don't look at this as a race that I necessarily want to win. Nor is it a race that I want to stop running.
Donald PleasenceAbout author
- Author's profession: Actor
- Nationality: english
- Born: October 5, 1919
- Died: February 2, 1995
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