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.

I was lucky in the sense that I was never blessed with an overly reflective nature.

I never really had a career, to be honest with you. I never in my life sat down and planned it. I have thought, 'Oh, I'd like to do this,' like anybody would. But I'm not the type that says, 'If I do this, it will lead to that.'

I can't swim. I can't drive, either. I was going to learn to drive but then I thought, well, what if I crash into a lake?

Cooking? Oh we were great, you'd take anything and melt cheese on it, and the one who could guess what it was didn't have to wash up!

I think that women just have a primeval instinct to make soup, which they will try to foist on anybody who looks like a likely candidate.

Nothing can make me feel better now, except cocaine.