When you're more mature, you do start telling the truth, in odd situations. "I'm sorry, I've broken a glass here. Is that expensive? I'll pay for it. I'm sorry." And you do that so that people in the room might go, "What a strong personality that person has. I like to have sex with people with strong personalities."

If you get anything creative going, then the work and play thing is the same thing, I feel.

I definitely have breast envy. When teenage girls were saying 'I wish I had breasts', I was thinking the same thing.

We will now sing forth, hymn 405, 'Oh God, what on earth is my hairdo all about?

If you've never seen an elephant ski, then you've never been on acid.

I'd like to have sex with myself.

Someone's killed 100,000 people. We're almost going, "Well done! You killed 100,000 people? You must get up very early in the morning! I can't even get down the gym. Your diary must look odd: 'Get up in the morning, death, death, death, death, death, death, death - lunch - death, death, death - afternoon tea - death, death, death - quick shower ...' "