As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.

But that was New Orleans for you. The old didn’t die here. They were just forgotten.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

I've never been pushy. People have said I should have been, more, but I'm not sure. I've watched hugely ambitious people: the minute they've got a success, they know where it's going, they know how to deal with it, and it all happens for them. Great. But that's not the way I - well, I don't like to use the word 'operate'.

I think love can be really tough. Because it involves ultimately an honesty to the nth degree that you are capable of. Once said, you've lost your deposit. It's best if you don't say it.

I only hope to do well enough before I die to have a house as big as my rich Uncle Ed and Aunt Carole.