I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.

My Dad was so open creatively that I was off in search of black turtleneck bathing suits with long sleeves.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.

How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.

I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.

I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.

Everyone has flaws. It's a matter of finding the ones you can live with.

The idea of licking stamps seemed great fun for me.

I didn't have any concept of age or authority. I remember realising, Oh, the world has rules and we don't.

I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.

The knowledge of God gives a person the opportunity to not be a slave to wealth.

Given the right to a free ballot, the people would support my return.

If I ever did have a baby, it probably would eat people.

No government or social system is so evil that its people must be considered as lacking in virtue.

I am aware how almost impossible it is in this country to carry out a foreign policy not approved by the Jews.

Obviously, for the majority of parents and certainly me you gain a million worlds when you have a child. Certainly, it's the thing that's changed my life and made me unbelievably happy.

I think you see in people's eyes what they've been through. Anything in their lives shows up in their eyes.

I think that we, as monkeys, want to live in smaller groups. It's very scary when we're all - as wonderful as it is - connected.

So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much may be followed by a caving in. If the word had not been spoken, it would not have happened.

Hearing the word is the devout receiving of the will of God.