When it comes to the British monarchy, I prefer to be seduced by an image than presented with a real person. It's kind of a Warhol thing.

I think an ashtray is the most fantastically real thing.

The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.

I'm not a real person. I'm a legend.

They're just actors. I much prefer the real thing!

What kind of person would have a real craving for gummy worms?