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.

I don't have lungs anymore! Just two spare bags that flew in under a bridge one day.

I feel very very old. My hair hurts. I have buttocks all over my body and I can't even smoke properly any more. I don't have lungs, I just have two poppadoms in here.

Shame is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs in the world, anyway, built into religion.

Because their bones are growing, they can only sleep in certain positions, obviously. The crucifix and the swastika tend to be the most popular. Sometimes a combination of the two.

It probably says something really clinically terrible about my character that I need to get up on a stage and go 'Ra ra ra' in front of people.

Nothing can make me feel better now, except cocaine.