Madonna is closer to organised prostitution than anything else.

I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless.

The heart has a heart of its own.

I don't want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also.

I can get incredibly erotic about blotting paper.

You have to, at least from a distance, look as if you know what you're doing, and I can manage that.