Where women are concerned, the rule is never to go out with anyone better dressed than you.

Imagine how asleep or utterly unperceptive and clueless you would have to be not to see yourself as absurd for the most part.

I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.

Some directors expect you to do everything; write, be producer, psychiatrist. Some just want you to die in a tragic accident during the shooting so they can get the insurance.

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

I'm a little bit of a fabric lunatic.

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