I was a savage for so many years of my life. There was some seed of determination in me that I was not conscious of. I was mostly consciously getting into trouble and drunk.

England is obsessed with where you came from, and they are determined to keep you in that place, be it in a drawing room or in the gutter.

I am more greatly moved by people who struggle to express themselves...I prefer the abstract concept of incoherence in the face of great feeling to beautiful, full sentences that convey little emotion.

I don't deal at all well with the relative amount of stuff I have to face already.

There must've been some part of me that wanted to make my mark. But there was never a defining moment.

I have no role models. Many heroes. I have an enormous capacity for hero worship.

Perhaps I'm particularly serious, because I'm not unaware of the potential absurdity of what I'm doing.