Barry Humphries — People

A small paper figure in a long purple coat on a flower-lined path beside a mailbox, with paper birds overhead. — Original artwork

And so I set these things down before the onset of the first of a thousand small physical degradations as, in a still-distant suburb, Death strides whistling towards me.

Barry Humphries

A small paper figure holds a key before a miniature locked gate surrounded by flowers. — Original artwork

My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven’t met yet. She’s now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.

Barry Humphries

A multicolored jester's cap with gold bells rests on a burgundy velvet cushion. — Original artwork

There is no more terrible fate for a comedian than to be taken seriously.

Barry Humphries

A miniature stage with plum curtains and a silver ribbon in a spotlight. — Original artwork

There is perhaps, no more dangerous man in the world than the man with the sensibilities of an artist but without creative talent. With luck such men make wonderful theatrical impresarios and interior decorators, or else they become mass murderers or critics.

Barry Humphries