Tomorrow It'll All Be Over, Then I'll

The Funny Thing Is You Oddly Don't Really Say Goodbye To All The Characters You've Played. There's Like A Chest Of Drawers In Your Head That You Can Always Access. They're Always Around. I'm Not Sure If That's Healthy. But They're All There.

I Remember In That Red Leisure Suit I Sort Of Felt Like A Pizza Hut Employee, And The White One Was The Ultimate, With The White Turtleneck Collar, That Was The Ultimate In Bad Taste.

I've Been Lucky Enough To Work With A Make-up Artist, Joel Harlow, Who You Can Throw Anything At. I Said, "joel, I Need To Go To The London Eye With My Children And I Want To Look Like A Roadie From Lynyrd Skynyrd."

Better To Not Know Which Moment May Be Your Last. Every Morsel Of Your Entire Being Alive To The Infinite Mystery Of It All.

Not Being Well-versed In That Arena Myself, It's A Little Bit Frightening Because I'm Not Very Good In Those Situations With Lots Of People And Lots Of Famous People And Cameras And All Of That. It's Not My Specialty.