a fortress against ideas and against the Shuddering insidious shock of the theory-vendors The little sardine men crammed in a monster toy Who tilt their aggregate beast against our crumbling Troy.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.

Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.

A pharaoh's profile, a Krishna's grace, tail like a question mark.

It's no go the merry-go-round, it's no go the rickshaw All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow.

Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold

I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.

World is crazier and more of it than we think, Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion A tangerine and spit the pips and feel The drunkenness of things being various.

None of our hearts are pure, we always have mixed motives. Are self deceivers, but the worst of all Deceits is to murmur 'Lord, I am not worthy' And, lying easy, turn your face to the wall.

World is suddener than we fancy it.

We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home

I liked The Beatles a lot when I was growing up.

Where I get bored is when I show up for a shoot and they want me to wear a feather boa. Too obvious a thing for a poof on the telly to do.

You can't play sports without losing sometimes and, in losing, you learn something about grace and how to act under pressure.

Anybody who has curly hair knows you don't want it to be brushed out because it becomes a never-ending tangle.

In the city, I wake bolt upright in the small hours, convinced that intruders are marauding through our apartment despite Swiss bank-style security arrangements.

Saw life steadily and saw it whole.

Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.

I'm 85, and I'm still a sexual being, or a sensual being.

Love laughs at locksmiths.