I'd like to play bass like Bootsy Collins. I'm serious. That would be my dream.

[When I die], I will decidedly not be regretting missed opportunities for a good time. My regrets will be more along the lines of a sad list of people hurt, people let down, assets wasted and advantages squandered.

I wanted it to look like real cooking in someone's real home or just so out-of-there bizarre that it would be fun.

You learn a lot about someone when you share a meal together.

Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria's mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled fish head? I know what I want. I want it all. I want to try everything once.

There's always this assumption that you're going to get everything right immediately. And any professional understands that that's just not so.

I urge you to travel - as far and as widely as possible. Sleep on floors if you have to.