Be yourself. No one else can.

It feels like a rash. It suddenly seems like I've got a contagion of diseases, I mean awards. But it's nice, it's a nice feeling. It's so weird, because I'm only 46. A lifetime Achievement award... it feels like 'I'm not over yet'. I hope they're not trying to say it's time to stop. I'm only just getting the gist of it.

I think I've still got a bit of a sado-masochistic streak in me, because if I'm not going to be restricted by corsets and covered in lace, then I still wind up wearing an ape-mask over my face. I do wonder how I get myself in these situations!

I'm the kind of actor who has ventured into escaping from me.

I think smells, like sounds, can be so much immediately affecting.

I look completely like my mum. She's very foreign, very Jewish.

I actually pointed my wand and it blew up! The power! The power was just like Angry Birds, but big [as] life.