People always expect you to be jumping out of a Rolls Royce and being in the papers for drunk and disorderly or sleeping around.
The racing bug is never going to go away. It’s like the Mafia.
I’d like a glass of cold gravy with a hair in it, please.
I don’t need any more awards.
Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?
And actually, about three weeks ago, Micky, Peter and I were in Vegas at the MGM Grand. And we did about 12 shows in seven days. It was quite an experience.
Over the last couple of years I have gotten an average of 2,000 letters a week from fans.
In the office, the mail that came in was always 10 to 1 for me.
We’ll get material in there and all of a sudden I’ll switch the material around or the order of the show.
I’m really a clean-cut kid.
My first ever stage performance was in Edinburgh in 1960.
I wanted to be a jockey.
I was mad at Screen Gems, but I’m not mad at them anymore.
I read a whole bunch of bits and pieces over the years, obviously from the fan magazines and the rest of the stuff, and I just wanted to give a little more insight into what’s happening in my personal life.
I know a lot of people in the retirement village that I have a house in in Florida that are on the Internet and are reading the paper on the Internet, and they’re communicating on the Internet.
I’m so reluctant to do newspaper interviews because it’s so misleading how they interpret what you say.
I own property in a quiet little town of Pennsylvania.
I got hate letters from girls all over America because I wouldn’t go to the prom with them.
Did you forget? I’m a heartless wretch!
Justin Bieber stole my haircut. And Axl Rose stole my dance!