New York in the 60s was amazing.

Im hopeless at telling lies. I can attempt strategic ones in order not to hurt peoples feelings, but then Ill blow it 10 minutes later.

I tend to look out for things with a resonance to my youth—artists or objects that seemed romantic all those years ago. I never buy anything purely for its value. I like possessions that smile back at me.

MY DOCTOR phoned and said you don't deserve this news, but your lungs are crystal clear'.

Having photographs around the house is fine - if they're royal and on the grand piano.

Sunday afternoon is for papers and writing.

New York in the 60s was amazing.