Anticipation is anxiety. I have always had a very extreme anxiety thing.

I met Lee Harvey Oswald, in Moscow just after he defected. One night I was having dinner with a friend, an Italian newspaper cor­respondent, and when he came by to pick me up he asked me if I'd mind going with him first to talk to a young American defector, one Lee Harvey Oswald. Oswald was staying at the Metropole, an old Czarist hotel just off Kremlin Square.

Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.

Good luck and believe me, dearest Doc - it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad.

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.

Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.