Its Not Who You Love. Its How.

My Mother Always Accused Me Of Being In Love With The Sound Of My Own Voice. When We Went On Road Trips, She'd Be Like, 'stop Singing. Be Quiet, You're Talking Just To Hear Yourself Speak.' It Was Probably True. I Like To Ramble On, Which Is Probably Why I'm Well Suited To Interviews. You Know, There's No Other Forum Where You're Literally Supposed To Sit Down And Just Talk For Hours About Yourself. I Love It.

Nobody Goes To A Movie And Watches The Script. There Is A Lot Of Other Stuff Going On.

I Remember Back When I Was A Kid There Was A Comic Strip Called Plastic Man. His Body Was Elastic And He Could Make His Extremities As Long As He Wanted. As A Youngster I Didn't Fully Appreciate. But I'm Now Thinking Plastic Man Was Probably Pretty Popular With The Ladies.

It's Important For Me To Try My Hand At Philanthropy Because I Want To Leave Behind A Record Of Someone Who Did More Than Just Gobble Up Stuff For Themselves. I Realized That A Life Lived For Yourself Is Not Much Of A Life.

I Thought I Could Rely On The Plot In The Novel And Fill In The Colour Between The Lines, But I Made A Mistake With That Assumption. It Was Really, Really Hard Because You Pull A Few Things Apart And Then You Realise How Everything Relies On Everything Else And It Can All Fall Apart.