I Am Human, All Too Bloody Human.

I Can Make The Best French Toast.

We Were In The Arabian Desert For Nine Months. And I Was Having The Time Of My Life. It Could Have Been An Archeological Expedition, A Military Expedition.

I Do Not Choose To Be A Common Man…it Is My Right To Be Uncommon—if I Can…i Seek Opportunity—not Security…i Want To Take The Calculated Risk; To Dream And To Build, To Fail And To Succeed… To Refuse To Barter Incentive For A Dole… I Prefer The Challenges Of Life To The Guaranteed Existence, The Thrill Of Fulfillment To The Stale Calm Of Utopias….

It Is Time For Me To Chuck In The Sponge. To Retire From Films And Stage. The Heart For It Has Gone Out Of Me: It Won't Come Back.

People're Artists They're Doing Something, Taking A Hunk Of Chaps, Giving It Some Order, Some Form, And Presenting It Saying Here Is My Little Song And Dance, My Chaos.