I've got this terrible hernia. People think it's a fat gut, but it's not.

I don't think I'd live in London unless you paid me. Nine figures would be nice.

It's been the most astonishing year because I've been having a marvelous adventure, and yet I kind of sympathize with people who have to live in exile, because I've so missed England.

I wouldn't inflict my naked body on any paying audience.

I went from being a beanpole - like a normal kid of the 1950s - and exploded. The weight piled on and didn't stop until into my adulthood.

I hated my childhood. It was loathsome. My parents were deaf and dumb. Profoundly so. They could make noises when they were emotionally aroused, but they couldn't form it into speech.

I've always hated the way I looked, and I've never complained about my brains.