I have no faith in my ability to judge things.

Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?

Just take our name off the list. . . . The nomination is meaningless, because it's not voted on by the fans . . . .

I knew it was time to get off of reality TV when someone asked me if I sang as well as acted.

Dogs smoke in France.

None of us is perfect. Everyone has got a skeleton in the closet that they don't want people to find out. I just let it go, with a bit of humor.

They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k ’em – ’cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can’t remember anything.