When I Work With Young People, I

I Did Quite Enjoy The Days When One Went For A Beer At One's Local In Paris And Woke Up In Corsica.

The Only Exercise I Take Is Walking Behind The Coffins Of Friends Who Took Exercise.

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.

It's Very Inconvenient Because Every Time I Finish, Let's Say, A Chapter Of A Book, I Think I'm Going To Ring Richard And Then Realize: Oh, Christ, I've Buried Him. I Buried Him Last Year.

I Will Not Be An Ordinary Man, Because I Have A Right To Be Extraordinary.