I get a phone call once every 18 months from some mad person who wants me to do something for less than no money and they give me about a week's notice. That's my film career, most of the time.

Women are like canoes, full of soup. At first everyone is suspicious but then everyone wants one.

Nothing can make me feel better now, except cocaine.

I'm just trying to understand what's around me as much as anyone else is, really. To draw a bead on a moving target.

When things are going well, I can't write fast enough to keep up with my mind. Writing walks, speech runs and talk flies. Other times, though, it's like fishing.

Religion is the yeast of death cakes. It is the most awful agent on a vulnerable mind. It's the refuge of alienated and lonely people. It's what people had before television. It yokes people together into an imaginary world. It is just people talking to their imaginary friends, at length. I wouldn't mind, but some of the people are world leaders.

You learn very very quickly that it is mostly about swearing, actually. That's all you're doing, swearing, in a box with wheels.