Denmark is sadly a hellish place if you happen to be a pig, but the brioche and fruits that tower on the table before me have me hastily attaching a feedbag.

I don't even know if I exist offstage.

Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

I am still my teenage self. If you think that we all step through a door marked Adult, or that we sign a Grown-Up Document, you’re quite wrong. We remain as we always were, and that, alas, is one of life’s many nasty tricks.

Well, I'm a Catholic by birth and you can never shed it.

Congratulations to Prince Charles for banning foie gras from all his functions.

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes, he never quite goes this low.