Being married means I can break wind and eat ice cream in bed.

I know when I go outside, there’ll be a van or two and they’ll probably follow us four out of seven days a week, trying to get something. But I’m just going across town and I know they’re just wasting their day, so it doesn’t bother me anymore.

Fame is a bitch, man.

I’d like to design something like a city or a museum. I want to do something hands on rather than just play golf which is the sport of the religious right.

Success is a beast. And it actually puts the emphasis on the wrong thing. You get away with more instead of looking within.

I have a hard time with morals. All I know is what feels right, what’s more important to me is being honest about who you are. Morals I get a little hung up on.

I believe you make your day. You make your life. So much of it is all perception, and this is the form that I built for myself. I have to accept it and work within those compounds, and it’s up to me.

You must lose everything in order to gain anything.

By the time this concert ends this evening, 30,000 Africans will have died because of extreme poverty. By this time tomorrow evening, another 30,000. This does not make sense.

I’m one of those people you hate because of genetics. It is the truth.

Being married means I can break wind and eat ice cream in bed.

Heartthrobs are a dime a dozen.

I phoned my grandparents and my grandfather said ‘We saw your movie.’ ‘Which one?’ I said. He shouted ‘Betty, what was the name of that movie I didn’t like?