I've got a serious-looking head.

I find it difficult to be in rooms now for long periods of time. I can usually take it for about an hour. Then I stride out.

It's a source of great sadness to me that my father died without having seen me do anything worthwhile. He was constantly having to make excuses for me.

One of the great privileges of having grown up in a middle-class literary English household, but having gone to school in the front lines in Southeast London, was that I became half-street-urchin and half-good-boy at home. I knew that dichotomy was possible.

I like things that make you grit your teeth. I like tucking my chin in and sort of leading into the storm. I like that feeling. I like it a lot.

I suppose I have a highly developed capacity for self-delusion, so it's no problem for me to believe that I'm somebody else.

A voice is such a deep, personal reflection of character.