I drift along, thinking about the past a great deal. The past is so reliable, so delightful, and the best place to live. I end up there quite often, you know; it's very comfortable and dependable.

If you can't laugh at yourself, you may be missing the colossal joke of the century.

I love Australia - I think.

If you have to explain satire to someone, you might as well give up.

The whole point of art, aside from the aesthetic pleasure it yields, is that it provides a bridge to the past; that seductive land where we all find certainty and consolation. Nothing quite spans this gulf with such immediacy as the art of popular song.

The past is so reliable, so delightful and the best place to live.

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia