A lot of the time in my recurring dreams, before I was diagnosed, iconic people would either be good or evil figures. I remember dreaming really basic stuff like trying to navigate the London underground, but then Paul Newman would be the only one who would direct me to the right trains. And I'm trying to remember who would direct me to the wrong ones.

I think a neurotic learns from their mistakes. A psychotic does not.

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

I do think everything that happens in American pop culture sort of prescribes for England and does end up happening there six months later, maybe a year.

I would say at the moment the only person who could have played me this past year would have to be Angelina Jolie.

I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of this terrible, tiresome love that they want to last forever. But that just makes me think of long-life milk, acrid and fake. Love should be like a movie trailer. Even if the film's a stinker, you get the best laughs and the biggest explosions in the space of two minutes.

At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.