My mum always says work goes in waves: you have a good spell and then it dips.

I can be a bit grumpy. Im full of angst, and hormones.

Other people's success spurs me on to do well and gives me motivation.

I don't really have disappointments, because I build myself up for rejection.

I think all teenagers feel alone, and that nobody else knows what they are going through and all that sort of stuff.

I think if you set yourself specific goals, that's quite a lot of pressure.

I was really in to shiny things when I was younger and I stole a shiny tag for my dog. I didn't get caught. I hope I don't go to jail for that.

If you're out, and starving, and need a bite to eat, then you need fast food.

Anybody who has a problem with 'Skins' obviously doesn't understand teenage life.

Supposedly I'm impossible to talk to. But it's honestly not me being difficult. Sometimes you just don't have a lot to say.

I think interviews can be fine. It's just there's this terrible fear of coming off wrongly or saying something that gets taken out of context.

The very idea of a library for me is bound to my mother and father and includes the history of my own metamorphosis through books, fictions that are no less part of me than much of my own history.

I can choose to be happy, or choose to be miserable every day - waiting until I die.

The real problem is usually two or three questions deep. If you want to go after someone's problem, be aware that most people aren't going to reveal what the real problem is after the first question.

I don't drink hard liquor anymore, but I sometimes order Lagavulin just for the smell. It's so good. It's unbelievable.

Efficiency, which is doing things right, is irrelevant until you work on the right things.

The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.

I just wanted to give my players some technical advice. I told them the game had started.

You've got to have gumption. You've got to be willing to stand up on the stage for no money for ten years.

So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

It's not the increasing competition; it's going back to real work that most of us complain about.