What I Like Is Bottomless Flattery.

Question: How Do You Know You're God? Answer: Simple. When I Pray To Him, I Find I'm Talking To Myself.

There's A Remedy For Everything Except Death.

I Woke Up One Morning To Find I Was Famous. I Bought A White Rolls-royce And Drove Down Sunset Boulevard, Wearing Dark Specs And A White Suit, Waving Like The Queen Mum.

We All Had Such Larks. Yes, It Was Hard Work But The Friendships And The Genuine Respect We Had For One Another, That Side I Shall Miss Greatly. I've Stopped Acting, But I Don't Think I've Finished Using My Voice. I Could, And Probably Will, Record The Whole Of Shakespeare's Sonnets. They Live At The Side Of My Bed And Are My Constant Companions.

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