Pope Paul Iii Was The Greatest Thief

There's A Remedy For Everything Except Death.

It's My Job, It's What I Do, It's What I'm On Earth To Do And It's Who I Am.

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.

We All Had Such Larks. Yes, It Was Hard Work But The Friendships And The Genuine Respect We Had For One Another, That Side I Shall Miss Greatly. I've Stopped Acting, But I Don't Think I've Finished Using My Voice. I Could, And Probably Will, Record The Whole Of Shakespeare's Sonnets. They Live At The Side Of My Bed And Are My Constant Companions.

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.