I feel like I haven't started yet. I'm looking forward to the ninth album, the thirtieth movie.

Lifes too short to live the same day twice.

Where you really have your eggs in one basket and that breach happens and you know you should go but you're still in love and you just don't know what to do. It hits you because it's not like -- you're a cheater, and a liar, and I hate you, and you're no good, and I'm leaving. It's not that. It's like, I'm tormented. Even though you've done this and I know it, I still don't know what to do. I know I should go, but I don't want to. And that's why it's such a f***ed-up thing.

People think because I'm shaped this way, I'm scandalous

Obviously no parent does everything right. It's this weird thing that happens where you are striving to be as good as you can be so that they turn out well. And that requires that you be a really great, evolved, aware person in every moment. Which is pretty awesome. But it's also putting tremendous pressure on yourself--which is why women feel so guilty!

Even as an actor, when you have a kissing scene it's still weird.

When you have children, you realise you can't plan anything. There's no Plan A, no Plan B. Life will happen and you will go with it.