Shortly before his death, when he was wheelchair-bound following a
heart-attack and a stroke, and suffering from Parkinson's, he was asked
whether he had any regrets about his life - what he had done or hadn't
done. "I haven't had enough sex," he replied. And on his writing, he
said "I like writing poetry. But I'm not certain that it's any good. I
only hope to heaven it is. Time will tell."