May 8th 1943. Deluge. The rain not only fell mainly on the plain in Spain; it also fell mainly on the back of the bloody neck, dripping down the spine into the socks where it came out of the lace-holes in the boots.

It was implanted in me that I came from a different class - an elevated class. I was cushioned by servants. I don't remember doing anything for myself. I only played and went to school.

Money couldn't buy friends, but you got a better class of enemy.

I can't stand being late. I try to be professional. I try not to let people down. But people let me down. That's why I don't rely on anyone to call me. That's why I have clocks as well as people. I have to be able to call myself; it's the only way to be sure.

I bought a lot of rubbish things that kids buy: skateboards and clothes and typical teenage stuff. And, as soon as I could, I wasted a lot of money on cars - BMW's mostly - for myself and my family.

We all need to save money to send our kids to college, to buy our first house, and to retire. But the truth is that most of us don't save very much.

How you play the game is for college ball. When you're playing for money, winning is the only thing that matters.

I've been really frugal with money since way back, so I can't buy something if it's too expensive. I'm not that brave.