People always say life is short. I've never been convinced of that - mine seems to have a tendency to go on and on.

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.

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

And may the best of you - for it will only be the best of you, and even then only in the rarest and briefest moments - succeed in framing that most basic of questions, 'how do we live?'

I'm more comfortable with whatever's wrong with me than my father was whenever he felt he failed or didn't measure up to the standard he set.

There are many, many benefits to being known for whatever it is you do. To deny that would be sort of asinine and vulgar.

I'm a little bit of a fabric lunatic.