I regret everything. But so what? At least I have cause.

I like to remind myself that every morning I’m making a choice to live.

I like living sparsely. In the main room, there’s no furniture – no tables, no chairs, no coffee table – not even a decaffeinated coffee table.

I do a lot of things for effect, which is not to say I am superficial, but that I know how to put ideas across.

I am half-Byronic, half-moronic; part-shaman, part-showman.