I don't remember ever being full of dislike and hatred for people, like some kids I've come across now.

Oh, the self-importance of fading stars. Never mind, they will be black holes one day.

I have been commissioned to write an autobiography and I would be grateful to any of your readers who could tell me what I was doing between 1960 and 1974.

What a pity people don't take as much trouble with their own breeding as intelligent racehorse owners do. But then I suppose it is bordering on fascism to think like that.

There's nothing undignified about lying about all day and being waited on by servants, sipping bloody champagne.

My misdeeds are accidental happenings and merely the result of having been in the wrong bar or bed at the wrong time, say most days between midday and midnight.

I enjoy doing nothing.