I lived in Judea eighteen hundred years ago, but I never knew that there was such a one as Christ among my contemporaries.
I am not a perfect man who has led a faultless life.
One report said that since my time on the run I've had 2,500 girlfriends. I mean you got to realize, I've been on the run for more than 30 years, I have got to have had more than that!
I would like to be remembered as a good father. A good husband. A good brother. A good friend. A good man. But that is simply not going to happen. Like it or not, I have reached the point of infamy when I am going to be remembered simply as 'Ronnie Biggs', whatever or whoever he is in your mind.
Do you know what would keep me in Brazil, no matter what happened? Sex!
For more than 13,000 days on the run, my life was a soap opera.
The last thing I stole was a box of Coca Cola from a parked truck in Adelaide. I was nice and drunk. It was New Year's Eve. And that was about 28 years ago.
You will turn over many a futile new leaf till you learn we must all write on scratched-out pages.
I had a certain kind of disassociation from the other kids because I had more interest in sociology, ideas and trying to communicate those ideas to the kids around me.
One is often guilty by being too just.
It occurred to me that if I did not handle the crash correctly, there would be no survivors.