My entire life has been an attempt to get back to the kind of feelings you have on a field. The sense of brotherhood, the esprit de corps, the focus - there being no past or future, just the ball. As trite as it sounds, I was happiest playing ball.

I'm actually thinking about getting back to being a bath tub. I don't think anyone's ever quite segued into that.

Actually, I have an interest in finishing my Ph.D., but I just know I never will.

In the U.S., oddly, we have images of men as arrogant and aggressive.

If somebody says what they want or what they need it gives the person the chance to say yes or no, instead of suffering in silence or depravation or whatever it is.

You do hear some strange rumours floating around. One I've heard is that I'm allergic to metal.

I don't know if [Samuel] Beckett is something you ever bring to the beach - get out of the water, towel off, and start reading some of "The Unnamable." Although, because it's the kind of book you can open to any page and start reading, it is beach reading in that way.