If I wore a low-cut dress or showed my cleavage or did lad's mags, people would make such a big deal. That has stopped me from doing it, but I would if it felt right.

I get recognised a lot. If there are a load of school kids together, they'll shout at me, but I'm quite good at giving grief back. I give as good as I get.

Maybe I could do some indie film and get my kit off. I'd never say never.

If there are people who do it better than you, why do it?

I'm no less rock 'n' roll than anyone else, I'm pretty normal.

I've been quite lucky - everything I've done has been quite varied.

After seven days of fasten so it was, that the thoughts of my heart were very grievous unto me- and my soul recovered the spirit of understanding.

Persistence can look a lot like stupid.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we don't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed. Even if it's for sure unexplainable. Even God.

If you own just one Bible, you are abundantly blessed. 1/3rd of the world does not have access to even one.

More is got from one book on which the thought settles for a definite end in knowledge, than from libraries skimmed over by a wandering eye.

Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

It a dude and a girl, and the house and wooo scary things happen and then they kill everything.

I'm feeling better than anybody expected me to so I'm still maintaining a pretty normal schedule, I'd say.

I hate the thought of animals being killed just for our pleasure...

The world's finest wilderness lies beneath the waves.