I once asked my father what he wanted me to be. To my horror, he said, 'sociologist.'

I'm never, never sure which way to go. I'm full of unsureness. That's been a habit for years. I never really want to commit.

For some people, marriage may be very groovy. For me, it really isn't. I don't think it really is for most people anyway. Most people are not very happy.

Sometimes you just have to get a shock to grow up and wake up, and I've had lots of shocks because it's as though I don't learn the lessons, so something new comes and hits me.

I live a very nice life. I have a wonderful time. But it's not lived drawing on a full level. I'm relaxed, cool, and enjoying it.

Relationships have a nasty habit of reversing themselves; whatever has been done to you in a previous involvement you'll do to the next person you're involved with, if you get half a chance.

I shoot my big mouth off; it just pops up! I have to learn to edit myself.