Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.
Bring me the head of Elton John . . . which is one instance in which meat would not be murder, if it were served on a plate.
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.
I don't even know if I exist offstage.
I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose thatโs a phobia but also a habit.
One day I decided to try to have a complete day without tea. I was quite shaken. I was quite disturbed.