To stand up on a stage alone with an acoustic guitar requires bravery bordering on heroism. Bordering on insanity.

On stage I make love to twenty five thousand people and then I go home alone.

You are never so alone as when you are ill on stage. The most nightmarish feeling in the world is suddenly to feel like throwing up in front of four thousand people.

Growing up on stage I was introduced to makeup at a young age and I will never forget the first time I tried on a L'Oreal Paris iconic lipstick - it was instant glamour and I've been hooked ever since.

No no I was only funny on stage really. I I think I was funny as a person toward my classmates when I was very young. You know when I was a child up to about the age of 12.

I have always paid income tax. I object only when it reaches a stage when I am threatened with having nothing left for my old age - which is due to start next Tuesday or Wednesday.

Old age is far more than white hair wrinkles the feeling that it is too late and the game finished that the stage belongs to the rising generations. The true evil is not the weakening of the body but the indifference of the soul.

Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.

Old age believe me is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.