People Who Are The Most Normal Are

When I Was Flying To Rome, We Flew Over London; I Felt Like Bursting Into Tears. It's Part Of Me, So I Can't Leave London Behind For Good.

I Wanted To Work With An Elephant.

In 15 Years Or Something - I Like The Idea Of Just One Paparazzo Coming Out And Trying To Get A Picture, And I Just Beat The Shit Out Of Him. I Mean - Out Of Nowhere - When My Picture's Not Even Worth...and I've Spent All My Money, So You Can't Sue Me!

I Have Very, Very Specific Ideas About How I Want To Do My Work And How I Want To Be Perceived And To The Point Of Ridiculousness Sometimes.

I Remember When I Was Younger I Used To Write In My Diary: I Want My Luck To Be Spread. “never Give Me Anything Too Lucky All At Once. I'll Take A Little Luck Now And Then, But Spread It For Seventy Years. “now That All Of This Is Happening, I'm Sure The Rest Of My Life Will Be Ruined.