Leaving the stage from a panic attack in my 20s. Hearing the audience angry.

I was about six years old in a market square in Italy and my dad said, “Oh, those shorts would look perfect on you.” So he whipped my trousers off and I hadn’t got any knickers on.

Passing wind on camera. I was doing a rather large movie and it was a closeup.

When I was appointed director of public prosecutions, I had a government car and visited the security services. When I came out, I got into the back of what I thought was my car, but it was somebody’s private car and they told me in no uncertain terms to get out. I had to reverse out with as much dignity as I could, with the head of security services watching.

That performance art has become a part of mainstream art.

A cashmere shawl.

Eternal happiness.

Twenty-one grams of energy goes into the universe.

Spend your time on something meaningful. Not on parties, and not on taking it easy. That’s not good enough. […] When you’re young, you think: Let’s party, do drugs, drink, waste it all, right? But as you get older, you look at what you’ve accomplished. And when you get old, you’ve run out of time. You have to ask yourself: Why am I here? Can I contribute anything to humanity, to society, my work?

Last year when I had a pulmonary embolism – it was a very scary time.