I'm afraid Eddie the Eagle was before my time. All I know is that his glasses were three times thicker than mine, but I can jump three times further than he did.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.

I mean, when it's time to rhyme rhyme, I can get down for mine.

I will be the Thai equivalent of Eddie the Eagle.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

No artist is ahead of his time. He is his time; it is just that others are behind the times.