I Can Hear The Music All Around

I Am Trapped In This Body, And There Is Nothing I Can Do About It.

I Wish I Had A Dime For Every Dime I Have.

Maybe The Memory Does Play Tricks. Increasingly, I'm Thinking, 'what Was Their Name? I Knew That Name Yesterday.' I Think That's What Happens. At Some Point, I'll Forget That I Ever Worked With Peter Cook, I Suppose, And Alan Bennett And Jonathan Miller.

Not Everyone Who Drinks Is A Poet. Some Of Us Drink Because We're Not Poets.

I Certainly Did Feel Inferior. Because Of Class. Because Of Strength. Because Of Height. I Guess If I'd Been Able To Hit Somebody In The Nose, I Wouldn't Have Been A Comic.