“I love interesting people with eccentric stories and outsiders of the world.”

I vote Labour and can’t begin to acknowledge anything good that comes from a Tory.

I’m surrounded by friends and family who are not that impressed by celebrity. They don’t have any problem telling me I’m acting like an idiot or I’m not that funny.

I’ve spent a lot of time being bohemian and sleeping on floors, but eventually I want to have kids and I want to bring them up in a secure environment.

I try not to brand myself ‘weird’ any more because it sticks.

My favourite authors are Milan Kundera and Jeanette Winterson.

Dressing up is like therapy; I feel better in myself when I’ve made an effort.

I don’t have a daily routine, beyond brushing my teeth. It changes every day.

I just have an inability to lie.

We all get old, but I always say the skinny, pretty girls will be screwed.

I think initially, the record industry struggled a lot with digital media because there are a lot of aspects to it that can potentially destroy our industry.

Whatever you are, you have the right to get married.

Some men think that if you’re empowered and sure of yourself then you’re a man-hater, but it’s like, ‘No, I’m just the same as you are, but maybe just a tiny bit more confident.’

All the things that I find beautiful have a darkness about them.

You feel a sense of elation seeing yourself on a billboard.

I’m not that materialistic. I like nice clothes and that, but I don’t spend lots of money on stuff. I’m not really into TV, I don’t have an iPod, I’ve got a gramophone.

I like someone with a really good and dark sense of humour.

My perfect guy wears converse, is totally laid back, and doesn’t worry about being cool.

Who you are and who you love should never be a fireable offense.

He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.

If you place your importance on appreciation and love, that’s enough.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

It was my teacher’s genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful.

What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

Love consists of not looking each other in the eye, but of looking outwardly in the same direction.