I think of myself as quite a confused kind of person, because I think there's so many great things about the world, but there are so many awful things too. I feel very guilty a lot of the time about enjoying my life so much when there are people living in such misery.

I don't think men are the enemy. I think women are the enemy.

I think I'm like Marmite; you either love me or you hate me.

I know lots of people that take cocaine three nights a week and get up and go to work every day, no problem. But we never hear that side of the story.

I am a weapon of massive consumption

The Mail Online is like carbs - you know you shouldn't but you do. Probably two or three times a day.

I just felt like I couldn't deal with the everyday responsibilities of life, paying bills and all of that. I'm terrible at all of that. So I knew I had to make enough money to pay someone else to deal with all of that.