You can measure success by the number of friends who have remained loyal to you, and you to them.

I've been led by my nose all my life and tried to make perfume by boiling sugar water in jam jars and stuffing them full of gardenia and rose petals when I was growing up in Swaziland.

Smell is the shortest synaptic leap in the brain to our memory, and I'm amazed that people don't sniff everything.

Everything I dared dream of has come to fruition. Which is not to say that I don't grumble with the best of them, but the wobbles have been way outweighed by the wonders.

I was brought up to appreciate the here and now, and, knowing this is your only life, to view death as an inevitable and reassuring end.

My parents were divorced when I was 11, and it made such a profound impression on my life that I suppose I thought that by not getting married, you could avoid your life being carved in two.

If somebody crosses me, or if I love them, then it's pretty unequivocal; there's not much grey.

Even 31 sounds quite old to me, because my brain is probably still in a state of adolescent delinquency.

You have to have some connection, empathy, or chemistry with the person you're playing and playing with.

My father was an alcoholic. I come from a family of them, so it's genetic luck or malfunction that I've ended up with no enzyme that processes it. I literally can't drink.