I have been supremely lucky in my life in that I have known great love, and of course I am the temporary custodian of some incredible and beautiful things.

I'm not like anyone. I'm me.

I've always preferred animals to little girls or boys. I had my first horse - actually it was a Newfoundland pony - when I was three, and I loved riding, without anyone shackling me - riding bareback as fast as I could.

Look, sweetheart, I can drink you under any goddamn table you want, so don't worry about me.

You find out who your real friends are when you're involved in a scandal.

Why shouldn't gay people be able to live as open and freely as everybody else? What it comes down to, ultimately, is love. How can anything bad come out of love? The bad stuff comes out of mistrust, misunderstanding and, God knows, from hate and from ignorance.

I suppose when they reach a certain age some men are afraid to grow up. It seems the older the men get, the younger their new wives get.