It always gave me the creeps when I saw performers who desperately wanted the audience to like them. That's not what I'm about.

The audience is the barometer of the truth.

I got sent to a health camp when I was about 6 years old, and we all had to wear the same starchy blue uniform. The lady who took care of me after school knit me a burgundy sweater. It was the only thing that gave me any individuality.

I must have got my detailed, obsessive streak from my father, who was an English teacher, because my mother wasn't like me at all.

I always wear the same thing at home. I can't be bothered with jewelry. My pants have elastic waists. I like to be comfortable. There are so many more important things to worry about.

I wish I could be like Shaw who once read a bad review of one of his plays, called the critic and said: 'I have your review in front of me and soon it will be behind me.'