I don't think peroxide-blond hair is a beneficial look for me.

You want society to accept you; but you can’t even accept yourself.

When I was four, I just wanted to drive, I collected toy cars. Where does that sort of thing come from? In hindsight you go, 'Oh, liked it because of this.' Maybe it's just the wheel.

I try my best to find variety in what I'm doing, but there's a lot out there that's the same.

Scratch the surface of what's socially normal. I suppose in some way all of us have something we display to the public and things we feel too ashamed of or uncomfortable with to reveal to other people.

It's such a terrifying thing when mobs of people get together and persecute foreigners.

Nowadays, especially in big commercial films it's much easier for the audience, and they tend to get spoonfed. It's much more interesting to me, people leave the theater and they start asking themselves questions and find their own moral compass about what these characters have been doing.