Imagine how asleep or utterly unperceptive and clueless you would have to be not to see yourself as absurd for the most part.

And if you say a word about this over the radio, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse.

I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.

Where women are concerned, the rule is never to go out with anyone better dressed than you.

My life before children I don't really remember. I've heard references to it, but I really don't remember.

I don't lose my temper very often now, and if I do, it's well deserved.

I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm not treating patients.