I find myself by default an atheist but fairly unhappily so. It would be bloody marvelous if there was a god.

I don't mind not being cool; I wear a cardigan.

If you want something Scottish, go get yourself a kilt.

I went to China for a brief working visit, and I thought that Shanghai was interesting, but Beijing totally grabbed me.

I realised that to compare your insides with other people's outsides leads to unhappiness.

Christians, you and your churches don't get to be millionaires while other people have nothing at all. They're your bloody rules! Either stick to them or abandon the faith.

I have learnt that I am incapable of packing the right amount of clothing, probably because I start 10 minutes before I'm supposed to leave, and that I truly hate airports.

I'm more pompous and self-assured and determined that if - you know - if the truth can be told so as to be understood, it will be believed.

My purist comedy friends accuse me of being a Jack of all trades and master of none.

If Pac-Man had affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in dark rooms, munching pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

I stumbled on a joke idea and style that worked, the audience went with it and, from that moment on, I was hooked. It's an amazing feeling.

There is no way to communicate to a dog that one is sorry that we live in the world but it is the only place that one can live. Or maybe there is no way not to communicate that.

With all due respect to my surgeon, in a perfect world he would be out of a job.

It would show hugely if I didn't want to be somewhere. Doing what you want to do can only generate good energy.

People with virtue must speak out; People who speak are not all virtuous.

They that know God will be humble. They that know themselves cannot be proud.

As an actor, you always want to find a piece of who you are in every role you take on.

When we're binging, we do not think about death. We just think about how good it tastes.

I have been writing poetry since 1975. My first poetry book was published in 1986.

Sometimes, I feel that Manhattan in particular has gotten really tame and gentrified or something.

Nothing is truly infamous, but what is wicked; and therefore shame can never disturb an innocent and virtuous mind.