My family wasn't terribly affluent and looked upon money very carefully as something that had to be saved, not spent. My father built the ducting that took air into the copper mines and made about 6 d a yard in the Thirties, which was good money back then.

When I vacate this sack of old bones I won't care what you do with it. Bury or burn it but don't make much fuss.

I read a lot of biographies and books with an African background.

There's nothing so aphrodisiacal for a woman as money and success.

They do say that socialism is the ideal philosophy-just as long as you have capitalists to pay for it.

At the age of 12 I won the school prize for Best English Essay. The prize was a copy of Somerset Maugham's 'Introduction To Modern English And American Literature.' To this day I keep it on the shelf between my collection of Forester's works and the little urn that contains my mother's ashes.

I want to be seen as a good storyteller. I'm a manipulator as well.