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

I lend people money, but I’d never lend something that would jeopardise a friendship if I didn’t get it back.

Cinema affects everything, from the way I get dressed to how I build my stages.

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.

A lady cannot be blamed if a master criminal takes a fancy to her.

All universal moral principles are idle fancies.

Wherein they fancy intersperses Long avenues of universes, While Klein and Clifford fill the void With one finite, unbounded homoloid, And think the Infinite is now at last destroyed.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?

Salutations; it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning

“What are they, and where are you?” screamed Wilbur. “Please, please, tell me where you are. And what are salutations?” “Salutations are greetings,” said the voice. “When I say ‘salutations,’ it’s just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning.

When I entered high school I was an A-student, but not for long. I wanted the fancy clothes. I wanted to hang out with the guys. I went from being an A-student to a B-student to a C-student, but I didn’t care. I was getting the high fives and the low fives and the pats on the back. I was cool.

And it was about then, about that time, that I began to find life unsatisfactory as an explanation of itself and was forced to adopt the method of the artist of not explaining but putting the blocks together in some other way that seems more significant to him. Which is a rather fancy way of saying I started writing.