When I go on holiday, I go to places that have animals I'm interested in.

No human beings are one-dimensional, and if they feel one-dimensional to you, it's because you don't know them.

Bureaucratic nonsense at airports drives me crazy.

I like to work fast and I like to work intensively.

What would it take for me to eat human flesh? If that was the only way to stay alive, I would. I would eat anything.

My brain kind of rolls pretty fast when I'm conscious. It's constantly looking for stuff to do. Like if I'm in my house and I'm hanging out, I tend to be listening to music whilst watching a film whilst sending e-mails.

Not being busy is something I worry about, but I think work begets work.