I Enjoy Doing Nothing.

What A Pity People Don't Take As Much Trouble With Their Own Breeding As Intelligent Racehorse Owners Do. But Then I Suppose It Is Bordering On Fascism To Think Like That.

Oh, The Self-importance Of Fading Stars. Never Mind, They Will Be Black Holes One Day.

I Don't Remember Ever Being Full Of Dislike And Hatred For People, Like Some Kids I've Come Across Now.

Women Should Have Labels On Their Foreheads Saying, 'government Health Warning: Women Can Seriously Damage Your Brains, Genitals, Current Account, Confidence, Razor Blades, And Good Standing Among Your Friends'.

I Have Stood In A Bar In Lambourn And Been Offered, In The Space Of Five Minutes, A Poached Salmon, A Leg Of A Horse, A Free Trip To Chantilly, Marriage, A Large Unsolicited Loan, Ten Tips For A Ten-horse Race, Two Second-hand Cars, A Fight, And The Copyright To A Dying Jockey's Life Story.