Everyone keeps saying I’ll pick it up. But what if I don’t? I did algebra for three years, and I never picked that up.

That's the trouble with having the whole world love you. One day, you wake up and it's flirting with your best friend instead. And you don't know what to do. You're thrown.

People used to ask me for advice, and I'd say, 'Please, don't ask me!' Yes, I did economics at Oxford, but that's not the same as having a broad knowledge of personal finance

I hurl the glass teapot to the ground. we both stare at it, stunned. "it was supposed to break," I explain after a pause, " and that was going to signify that yes, I would throw something away . If I knew it wasn't right for me.

I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.

I've always had this deep-down conviction that I'm not like everybody else, and there's an amazingly exciting new life waiting for me just around the corner.

I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.