I Never Mind Doing Press;

I Did Actually Sit Down With A Blank Sheet Of Paper Once. I Think The Phone Rang And That Was The End Of My Literary Career.

One Of My Great Regrets, And I Don't Have Many, Is That I Spent Too Long Putting People's Status And Reputation Ahead Of Their More Important Qualities. I Learned Far Too Late In Life That A Long List Of Letters After Someone's Name Is No Guarantee Of Compassion, Kindness, Humour, All The Far More Relevant Stuff.

I Got Briefly Mistaken For Someone Who Might Be Good In Bed, Which Was Very, Very Good.

A Way Of Describing Performances That I Admire Is That There Is An Absence Of Careerism. It's A Clumsy Way Of Describing It But It Sort Of Does It For Me.

I Did Pick Up A Guitar Once, But The Strings Hurt My Fingers So I Put It Down Again.