There is not one person in this world that is not cripplingly sad about something. You remember that before you open your mouth.
What I find strange is that if I’d won a Grammy I’d have it placed pristinely on a shelf with loads of lights with underneath written “Grammy Motherfucker” or something like that. Whereas she’s won so many there’s one chilling in the toilet on a little ledge, there’s one in the kitchen and there’s one in the living room. There’s Grammys scattered everywhere. I find that really cool. If I’d won as much as that, I’d scatter them everywhere.