When I Work With Young People, I

No One Can Take Jesus Away From Me.... There's No Doubt There Was A Historical Figure Of Tremendous Importance, With Enormous Notions. Such As Peace.

I Have No Intention Of Uttering My Last Words On The Stage. Room Service And A Couple Of Depraved Young Women Will Do Me Quite Nicely For An Exit.

The Moment You Start Dividing Thought And Feeling, The Ratio Of Sinitive From The Intuitive, You're Dead. There Is No Difference Between Emotion And Thought. You Can Be Unreasonable.

I Can't Stand Light. I Hate Weather. My Idea Of Heaven Is Moving From One Smoke-filled Room To Another.

Many Years Ago I Sent An Old, Beloved Jacket To A Cleaner, The Sycamore Cleaners. It Was A Leather Jacket Covered In Guinness And Blood And Marmalade, One Of Those Jobs... And It Came Back With A Little Note Pinned To It, And On The Note It Said, 'it Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.' So That Will Do For Me. That Can Go On My Tombstone.