When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.

Acting has been described as farting about in disguise.

When I work with young people, I grab energy from them by the handsful.

For me, life has either been a wake or a wedding.

I am human, all too bloody human.

It was around 1985 before I heard the news of President Kennedy's assassination.

Many years ago I sent an old, beloved jacket to a cleaner, the Sycamore Cleaners. It was a leather jacket covered in Guinness and blood and marmalade, one of those jobs... and it came back with a little note pinned to it, and on the note it said, 'It distresses us to return work which is not perfect.' So that will do for me. That can go on my tombstone.