You get tangled up in your own ego of how you're perceived. You can lose your way.

You can get totally messed up trying to please everyone with what you do, but ultimately, you have to please yourself.

Being a widower is not that groovy when you lose someone you really love, and you have to go out and date again.

When I went to America, I spoke so much about who I was and gave so much away in a confessional, Irish, story-telling way that I suddenly realised I had given up a lot of myself. I had to shut up.

The forties are very cool and very pastoral. The fifties look like they're pastoral, and then you get a bit more turbulence.

I'm one of those guys who believes that you need a strong woman in your life.