When you're a kid I think you want to be a film star. And I'm not as enamoured with that any more. The reality of that life is a lot of travel and a lot of being away which is impractical because I have four children so I don't want to be away that much not the other side of the world away.

What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty?