When you're being stalked by an angry mob with raspberries, the first thing to do is to release a tiger.

I'm very odd 'cause I think there's more than just a materialist planet, a materialist, reductionist planet.

My hovercraft is full of eels.

Filming is like a long air journey: there's so much hanging around and boredom that they keep giving you food.

When you've only got few days of rehearsal before you're in the studio, it's wonderful to start off with people that you have good, friendly, tolerable relationships to start with, for the simple reason that you don't have to spend 24 hours figuring out how sensitive they are, and can you give them a line reading, or how do you have to give them direction.

Other people, you know, put a latex rubber on, you know, to become sexually excited. There's so much I don't understand.

If God did not intend for us to eat animals, then why did he make them out of meat?