Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive.

I'm finding it increasingly difficult to simply walk down the street. In New York, I dashed in to buy a big pair of sunglasses to conceal myself, but the guy behind the counter shouted 'Hey! It's Dr. House.'

I would cling to unhappiness because it was a known, familiar state. When I was happier, it was because I knew I was on my way back to misery. I've never been convinced that happiness is the object of the game. I'm wary of happiness.

Believe it or not, perhaps I don't show it much, or well, but I think I like people.

This was the tricky bit. The really tricky bit, trickiness cubed.

I couldn't imagine what Fox thought they were doing, contemplating such a jagged protagonist for a prime-time drama. I only knew that I wanted the role very much.

I would just hear piano players and I would hear music, and just think - I don't just want to sit here and passively listen; I want to get inside it.