I'm a really hectic dreamer, I never wake up not out of a dream and there's loads going on, lots of action, big blockbuster dreams, they're all major enterprises.

The clothes you wear are a metamorphosis. They change you from the outside in.

Reading wasn't my religion - it was my oxygen.

It's not the punch you expect that knocks you down.

I am not by any stretch of the imagination a tidy person, and the piles of unread books on the coffee table and by my bed have a plaintive, pleading quality to me - 'Read me, please!'

Revenge is so much more satisfying than regret.

A new dress. Is this all it takes to make a new beginning, this shred of dyed cloth, shaped into the form of a woman's body?

When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase.

What is the death of a soldier even off duty of an occupying army walking in an occupied territory against the death of a little boy screaming in terror in his father's arms Where is the equivalence

Marriages last because the people in them want to be married

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

We should find out as much as possible about someone before coming into conflict with him.

Real teams don't emerge unless individuals on them take risks involving conflict, trust, interdependence and hard work.

I tried to do the commercial thing. But I don't want to keep shoving Twinkies down everyone's throat. People are hungry for something of more substance.

Hopefully, I'll be remembered as the person who brought an end to Christianity.

Photographers represented occasions once. You dressed for them as you might for church; they cost money, they recorded important moments.

Each and every being has an innate ability to heal as a gift from the gods.

When I started off, I didn't only ride to fame on my looks though many people I know think otherwise.

Education, awareness and prevention are the key, but stigmatisation and exclusion from family is what makes people suffer most

When you have birds you stare at them a lot and their eyes are recessed on their head. When they look at something they tilt their head in a quizzical expression.

If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers!