Dear Mr Francis, just a line (Though all your faces are divine). How come you catch the others fine, But bring out all the faults in mine? Alan Ayckbourn
It is worth being 80 to be drawn by the incomparable Clive Francis. Max Beerbohm yet lives! Donald Sinden
Caught perfectly myself as a mess as a mess as Lear! Anthony Hopkins
Does my face really resemble a tomahawk? Anthony Sher as Richard III
Seeing a picture of yourself is just as bad as being unexpectedly ambushed by one’s own reflection. Only worse, because a mirror is a purely mechanical reproduction of one’s feelings, whereas a portrait includes a human opinion and that makes the ambush even more dangerous. Jonathan Miller
Well, at least I’m smiling! Arthur Miller
I often feel like this – I’m only sorry it shows. Ian McKellen
I’m so very, very sorry! Stephen Fry
Can an overcoat be libelous? Thank you though for wrapping it so generously around my lovely young body. Peter O’Toole
Dear Clive. Brilliant! Though I’ve so longed to look down my nose instead of up it. Dorothy Tutin
Though at first it may be flattering to be caricatured it is scarcely possible not to be somewhat appalled by the necessary blow to one’s own personal vanity. But Clive Francis has a more benign approach to his subjects, and I congratulate him most warmly for pursuing this talent so diligently and delightfully in addition to his distinguished stage career. John Gielgud
I am amused that anyone should think twice at what I think of as my non-face – to be caricatured with wit and affection flatters my ego deliciously. Wendy Hiller in Driving Miss Daisy
Only Francis realized it was Jack Lemmon playing James Tyrone playing Grandma Moses. Jack Lemmon in Long Day’s Journey into Night
The Richard Nixon ski-slope nose, Frankie Howard jowls and a habit, probably subconsciously culled from the late Margaret Rutherford, of talking out the side of my mouth. I love it! Simon Callow as Guy Burgess in Single Spies
About this wonderful caricature of my silent play, I have of course, as you see yourself, nothing to say. Marcel Marceau