I Hate People Who Cry Around Me.

I Have No Reason To Influence People. I Just Want To Have It All For Myself. I Just Want Someone To Pat Me On The Back. (laugh) It's Crazy. It Seems Just Completely Ridiculous. I Don't Know Why. I Mean, Three Years Ago, I Wouldn't Be Able To Influence My Dog To Walk.

I Wanted To Work With An Elephant.

I Didn't Want To Get Stuck In Pretty, Public School Roles, Or I Knew I'd End Up As Some Sort Of Caricature.

I Don't Really Like Watching My Stuff. It Makes Me Feel Sick. You Imagine You Look A Certain Way In Your Head, And When It Looks Even The Slightest Bit Different From What You Imagine, You Go, 'rubbish!'

I Have A Natural Propensity To Work On Big Piles Of Poop.