There's A Remedy For Everything Except Death.

It's Very Inconvenient Because Every Time I Finish, Let's Say, A Chapter Of A Book, I Think I'm Going To Ring Richard And Then Realize: Oh, Christ, I've Buried Him. I Buried Him Last Year.

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.

Most Difficult Thing In The World, To Write A Play. Do You Know The Story Of Shaw At The Fabian Society? H.g. Welles Said "i'm Terribly Sorry I've Missed The Last Five Meetings, I've Been Terribly Busy, I'm Engaged In Writing A Scientific Pamphlet On The Effects Of Radioactivity In 1984 And I've Produced A Novel, And Various Pieces Of Science Fiction To Do, And I've Had A Bit Of Personal Trouble, And I Had My Copy To Bring Out For The Newspaper." Shaw Leapt Up And Said, "i've Not Missed One Meeting, And I Have Written A Play!" Hardest Thing In The World. If It Were Easy They'd All Be At It.

I Can Make The Best French Toast.

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.