I really don't know what's going to come out of my mouth.

Half of the people in this room are more dressed up than on any other day in the year, and the other half are more dressed down.

Parties are only bad when a fight breaks out, when men fight over women or vice versa. Someone takes a fall, an ambulance comes, and the police arrive. If you can avoid those things, pretty much all behaviour is acceptable.

I'd sort of gone through some sort of spiritual change in the late 70s where I sort of saw there was some other life to live. It changed the way that I worked just having a different presence and a different tension.

Well it's hard to be yourself, it's the hardest job there is.

Common sense is like deodorant. The people who need it most never use it.

I count on the kindness of strangers.