I've been in a serious conversation with one of my children, and a fan has come up. I've been in a public bathroom and had the hand come under the stall with a paper and pen. That sort of thing anybody can live without.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I pick up my pen. It flows. A building appears. There it is. There is nothing more to say.
I still, at hotel rooms, I do this one sort of not-so-cool thing: continually shoving my room service tray in front of someone else's door. Because I don't want the remnants. I don't want to be caught, like, being like the pig that I was at two in the morning.
I've had fans do some pretty awesome things... I once had a fan do a mock proposal for me in Mumbai, inside a McDonalds... and I've had fans give me some precious things. I had one fan give me her mother's ring; I've gotten some pretty intense stuff. And I always get drawings and scrapbooks from fans, which is also pretty cool.
It's very little trouble for me to accommodate my fans, unless I'm actually taking a pee at the time.
Never leave a pen around me - it will be gone.
I like getting toilet paper thrown at me.
I have a few unusual fans, as you can imagine, so I try to protect the privacy of my home life.
I've had a fan who made a painting of my face with her fingers. I have put it up in my room. It was sweet and very different.
I keep everything fans give me, if I can, but I do worry about when I run out of room in my house!
You might be the best Hamlet of your generation in the bathroom, but unfortunately, you have to come out and do it on stage, and it's best to do it to people who would fill the house.