I can remember when safe sex meant a padded headboard.

My mother tried to kill me when I was a baby. She denied it. She said she thought the plastic bag would keep me fresh.

Growing old is compulsory - growing up is optional.

I'm rather relaxed about death. From quite an early age I've regarded it as part of the deal, the unwritten guarantee that comes with your birth certificate.

I can still enjoy sex at 74 - I live at 75, so it's no distance.

Personally, I don't think there's intelligent life on other planets. Why should other planets be any different from this one?

I got my start in silent radio.