I Don't Like The Act Of Talking;

I Run Six-to-eight Miles A Day, Plus Weights And Aerobics In The Lunch Hour. I Also Lie A Lot, Which Keeps Me Thin.

To Tell You The Truth, The Older I Get, The Less I Know. I Keep Meeting People, Both Older And Younger, Who Seem To Have Accrued So Much More Knowledge Or Expertise Or Certainty About Who They Are And The Jobs They Do. I Just Marvel At It.

Happiness Is The Twinkle In Your Grandmother's Eye As You Reverse The Tractor Off Her Legs.

When School Friends Would Think About Appearing On Stage As The Most Frightening, The Most Awful, Intimidating Experience Ever, I Knew That It Was Something I Could Do.

Boxing Is Fascinating. It's Good For The Soul To Be Made To Feel Clumsy. I Swank Around During The Week Thinking I'm A Big Cheese, But You Don't Feel Like That When You're In The Ring With A Chap Who Knows What He's Doing. It's Ritual Humiliation. I'm Going To Be Slugged About And Probably Killed, But I Love It And Have To Do Something To Keep Fit.