Sometimes you can't help but pay attention to what is written about you. You are trying not to because it's generally not constructive, it can be very funny, in which case it's fine to pay attention to it if you're going to laugh about it. But if it's going to get you angry then it's a pretty pointless waste of energy, so I try and be selective about what I take an interest in about myself.

I love just going out and sitting down in the park along with the thousands of other people who apparently have no work to do during the day. People come up to me, but they are generally really nice. New York makes it easier, for me at least. People manage to be enthusiastic and sort of sane at the same time. And that’s lovely.

I grew up listening to show tunes in the back of the car.

I take things in better when I'm allowed to talk, and respond, and engage and move around a bit.

I was having a hard time at school, in terms of being crap at everything, with no discernible talent.

I'm not clumsy, I'm just accident prone.

As an artist, you have a path that you're on that evolves with the kinds of stories you want to tell.