I got a bad migraine that lasted 3 years, and the pills I took made by fingers disappear.

You go through stages where you wonder whether you are Christ, or just looking for him.

That's the shock: All cliches are true. The years really do speed by. Life really is as short as they tell you it is. And there really is a God - so do I buy that one? If all the other cliches are true... Hell, don't pose me that one.

Why bother choosing a certain chair? Because that chair says something about you.

There's a schizoid streak within the family anyway so I dare say that I'm affected by that. The majority of the people in my family have been in some kind of mental institution, as for my brother he doesn't want to leave. He likes it very much.

I think everything that I learned about stagecraft and carrying through - creating a through point for a theatrical device.

I think Mick Jagger would be astounded and amazed if he realized that to many people he is not a sex symbol, but a mother image.