The wedding took place in Vermont, where they have legalized gay civil unions, and I married a woman.
I think I’m just someone that just tries to get by. I’m kind of – if it was during the Second World War, I’d be a black marketeer, I think.
I dropped out of high school when I was 16, after I had a huge argument with my English teacher over the meaning of the word ‘existentialism.’
I hope what I do has an art to it, and as an artist you have to try new things and keep yourself entertained.
I don’t know now if I’m funny. I just keep talking and hope that I hit something that’s funny.
I am reasonably happy. I didn’t find Jesus or anything like that. Part of it is that I just feel that I could go home. I did not feel like that for a long time, but I could go back now.
I’ve started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman.
Why do people do things that they fear? It may be that the fear contains information. Something can be interesting if you get to the other side of that fear.