I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.

Watching people just look out for themselves I think is extremely interesting. It goes right back to something like 'The Beggar's Opera' - the underbelly of society how it operates and how that reflects their so-called betters.

If I eat a huge meal and I can get the girl to rub my belly I think that's about as romantic as I can think of.

One thing that happens when you're pregnant is that as your stomach starts to stretch. It itches! So I have to keep my belly really lubricated. Every morning there's a buttering ceremony after I get out of the shower. It's really like basting a turkey with body butter.

Undernourished intelligence becomes like the bloated belly of a starving child: swollen filled with nothing the body can use.

I don't need someone with a hot body. He can be fat or overweight and have a belly. It's very much about style and substance and humor interest curiosity and really being smart.

A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope illusion more than bread.

He didn't come out of my belly but my God I've made his bones because I've attended to every meal and how he sleeps and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride.

The fire in the belly is essential otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless.

Belly buttons are cool!