I like the idea that I can talk to any teenage girls. You know, in a language that makes sense to them.

Dad at breakfast today being very quiet. I notice he is clean shaven. I said to him, "Vati, what has happened to the little beaver that used to live on the end of your chin?

You're fourteen years old. You've only had that hair for fourteen years and you want to change it already! How bored are you going to be with it by the time you are thirty? What color will you be up to by then?

Tom is back on a flight at 6:15 P.M. That is 6:15. Do you get it? Not 6:00 P.M. but 6:15 P.M. And do you know how many minutes that is? I do. I have also become a Time Lord.

Some things in life are not pleasant but they have to be done. For instance, German and maths.

Look, I can't go out with you, because... because... because I'm a lesbian.

How do you make yourself not like someone?