I'm fat because I'm greedy, and if my mind is fat it's because I'm curious.

And of course you are mad, if by a madman we mean a mind that questions and rejects every civilized norm.

My life, at least, is divided between writing and performing and mixtures of the two.

Moving from chair to chair, from coffee machine to coffee machine is the limit of my action in most films. But I enjoy being cast in them because I love watching them.

Money and fame are trashy and don't guarantee happiness, but we all refuse really to know it.

Picture this scene. A critic arrives at the gates of heaven. 'And what did you do?' asks Saint Peter. 'Well', says the dead soul. 'I criticised things'. 'I beg your pardon?' 'You know, other people wrote things, performed things, painted things and I said stuff like, "thin and unconvincing", "turgid and uninspired", "competent and serviceable,"...you know'.

You can never hope to recapture the first fine careless rapture as the poet put it, but it stays with you like a good acid trip.