I think maybe when you live with someone who is really very ill for a long time, it somehow gives you more of a greedy appetite for life and maybe, yes, you are less measured in your behaviour than you would otherwise be.

I can understand why those primitive desert people think a camera steals their soul. It is unnatural to see yourself from the outside.

Glamour really has to do with good lighting, doesn't it?

I need to be frightened of things. I hate it, but I must need it, because it's what I do.

I'm not someone who's endlessly patient and wonderful.

Also, in a funny way, if you have been happily married there are no unresolved areas, nothing to prove to yourself after the other dies.

If I could go into the woods and kill a bear myself, I'd wear it proudly as a trophy.