I could sell used battery acid and make it fly.

I'd make a bad preacher.

I could live on challah bread, the Jewish kosher bread, quite happily.

I think I'm a narcoleptic. I could sleep on a railway track with a train running over me, in-between the rails.

There's that old theory that humankind and this planet were seen as the centre of the universe. That was thrown away - how could we be so presumptuous? Well, I subscribe to that.

I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada - timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts. I really did have to walk home six miles through the snow, like your grandparents used to complain.