I am inspired by the appearance of a bohemian of the new millennium.

I'm a little bit of a fabric lunatic.

We have a tendency to think everyone's idiotic and everyone's only doing something idiotic, and the world is controlled by a not-so-secret group of morons. There's great truth in that, I suppose, but then it's also not true.

In New York in the Forties or Fifties, everybody's in a suit, an overcoat and a hat.

Along with the good qualities, if someone isn't vulnerable I can't be around them to a certain extent. And I don't mean vulnerable to me or vulnerable to me in a sexual way. I just mean vulnerable, period.

I can have incredible self-discipline. But see, I think it's obviously a form of stupidity.

My life before children I don't really remember. I've heard references to it, but I really don't remember.