Suddenly I've got an overwhelming desire to surround myself with the aura of classical and Romantic art.

I think that's become passe, but if you can surround yourself with a kind of monument to yourself and your family - a statement - and you can afford it, then that's a noble project.

I'm not handsome in the classical sense. The eyes droop, the mouth is crooked, the teeth aren't straight, the voice sounds like a Mafioso pallbearer, but somehow it all works.

I consider myself something of a raconteur. I have a rather audacious sense of humour.

You've got to show your soul otherwise you're just a piece of equipment.

I wish I had thought of Velcro muscles myself. I didn't have to go to the gym for all those years, all the hours wedded to the iron game, as we call it.