Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

Creativity needs time to harness before it goes out, and because that's difficult, memes have become the creative language.

Whoever's inside is inside; whoever's out is out.

I'm still working out my opinions - it's always a question mark. I leave loads of space open, and people don't like that.

I feel so terrible for the kids now. In London, even people in their forties can't afford to buy a house or have kids.

When I came to England in '86, my first week of school was terrible because I would put my hand up to answer things, and no one would choose me because they couldn't say my name.

Everyone has that moment where they just rebel.