When I think my hair needs a bit of help, I just glue another bit onto my head.

Time is infinite, but we are not infinite in it.

I really don't understand the idea of a celebrity stylist. Is it a real job? I know there's unemployment, but frankly the railways need to be fixed, too.

I think it's beautiful to be able to cover yourself in metal. I love the color and the way it reflects. But it is also a protection.

My basic mathematics is rather weak, so when some of the theories are broken into equations, I get rather lost.

Memories are like mercury. Every time you sort of try to get near them, they slip out of your hand like a bar of soap.

If I think about it too much, I can't get dressed.