The Only Exercise I Take Is Walking

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.

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.

If Man Ever Comes To Perfect Equilibrium With The Environment, We'll All Be Redundant, Perhaps Because You Won't Need Art Or Letters.

Everyone Praises Sachin Tendulkar. He May Be A Genius In His Own Right But In My Book, Rahul Dravid Is The Artist. Dravid's Defence Tactics, His Strokes, His Cuts, His Grace Are Truly Amazing. I'd Like To Meet The Chap Sometime And Take My Hat Off To Him.

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.