I could never dream of being cool.

I hate people who splash their own pain on covers, like the whole world should hear about them. Why are we all supposed to be interested in one individual's suffering?

Life does throw some hard stuff at you as you get older, much harder. But you are more able to deal with things.

I have a high tolerance for discomfort.

People are so busy anyway they don't see you or recognise you in the street.

We're all the same. We all want the same thing in life. Everybody going around like ants and we all want the same thing. And it's not one queen. It's not one queen with the wings.

You can't live in your own secluded world. If you're not on the Tube, on the bus doing normal things, how can you relate to people?