In my adult life I've understood that if I put an enormous amount of love and honesty into something, usually that shows in the end.

On the one hand, I want to go off and live in the desert with my dog and sculpt things out of adobe.

The idea of losing someone that you love could throw you into a situation where you could not see your future and you really would be living in the past.

I'm very aware that when my friends and I sit around over dinner these days, the conversation invariably turns to how crass the world has become. Tweeting? It's one of the silliest things ever.

I have a driver in London because I am slightly dyslexic and cannot drive in the U.K.; after all, the traffic runs the opposite way to that in the United States.

I was the sensitive, shy kid that was teased a lot. I was very definitely bullied. I mean, from an early age, I dressed more like an adult, you know, jackets and very slim trousers and a raincoat. And I - even when I was 7, 8, 9-years-old, carried an attache case to school because I just hated the sloppiness of a book bag.

You have to love what you do to the point that you can't imagine doing anything else with your life.