Everybody is just a stranger, but that's the danger in going my own way.

I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, 'Hey girl, magenta!' and she's like, 'Oh, you mean purple!' and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, 'No - I want magenta!'

I look away at car crashes, and I know people who look away at car crashes, because it makes us uncomfortable to watch other people in pain.

So scared of getting older I'm only good at being young So I play the numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun.

Tore up my heart and shut it down. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. A simple little kind of free. Nothing to do, no one but me, and that's all I need. I'm perfectly lonely.

There's a certain lack of gimmickry to what I do that makes people in England go: 'Where's the thing?

Look, demanding somebody do anything in this day and age is not going to fly.