I Can't Stand Light. I

I Can Make The Best French Toast.

I'm Not Working-class: I Come From The Criminal Classes.

My Dear Sir, It Haunted Me For The Rest Of My Life.

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.

I Don't Go For This Auto-cannibalism. Very Damaging.