I've been out to LA a couple of times but, over there, the Grenouille in me always comes to the surface. I feel completely terrified, totally flummoxed, like I don't understand what the hell is going on. I've no desire at all to go back there.

We are so mired in the complexity of our reactions to other people that when you come across someone who is asocial, there is a simplicity that is refreshing.

I love films. I love music. I love poetry and stories. All of that I feel… I sort of get very excited and fed by.

I would have loved to have been a painter or a sculptor. I'm still fascinated by those things.

I do get stopped on the street, although rarely. And they always have something lovely to say.

I'm really hopeless with technology - I don't even have a computer.

I used to collect knick-knacks, like wizards, trolls and little buddhas, and arrange them like precious things on a shelf.