“My favourite authors are Milan Kundera and Jeanette Winterson.”

My mum’s always on at me to have children and blames ‘that stupid stage thing you do’ for me not already having a family.

My desire to experiment comes from my attention-deficit approach to cosmetics. I just get really bored, really easily.

If I get in a relationship, it’s always for the long-term; if not, I don’t see the point.

I’m not interested in what other people are doing. That’s their business.

I get to know my regular fans, and they inspire me.

I’m very affected by what I watch and read.

We live in a society where everything’s packaged.

I don’t understand why the accent you speak in has to indicate what level of intellect you have.

Adele’s like a beacon of honesty. Doesn’t compromise, goes to America and she’s still the same sweary cockney.

I’m proud of being British, but I think our aristocracy is overrated.

I don’t feel I fit in with morning television because I’m like a vampire and I like to stay up late.

I have a lot of admiration for people who’ve been in relationships a long time, married for years.

Mum doesn’t like it when I mention that Dad’s a better cook than her. He was born in Spain and spent eight years in Portugal and is exceptional at lots of cuisines.

I’m so used to changing time zones that I can sleep at any time. I’m rarely ever tossing and turning – if I am, it’s really a big deal.

No one ever chats me up; I think they all think I’m taken. Either that or no one fancies me.

My mum came from nothing and didn’t have many opportunities in her youth, and she blames a lot of her social inadequacies on that.

As to the origin of civil Societies or Governments; the Author of our Being, has given Man a Nature to be fitted for, and disposed to Society.

Am I in love? Absolutely. I’m in love with ancient philosophers, foreign painters, classic authors, and musicians who have died long ago. I’m a passionate lover.

This may be the vocation of man: to say “Amen” to being and to the Author of being; to live in defiance of absurdity, notwithstanding futility and defeat; to attain faith in God even in spite of God.

He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.

All authors to their own defects are blind.

Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh to -day as when they first passed through their authors’ minds ages ago.

Most of the more celebrated names among African-American authors, poets, and artists are known to the world because of their association with specific cultural arts movements.

An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread