London Is My Home... I Know What's

We All Have Times When We Go Home At Night And Pull Out Our Hair And Feel Misunderstood And Lonely And Like We're Falling. I Think The Brain Is Such That There Is Always Going To Be Something Missing.

Look, How Many Stories Have I Broken? Hundreds. How Many Have Proved To Be Untrue? There Isn't One.

There's No Regret. You Can't Regret. I Mean, I've Felt Regret But I've Also Refused To Allow Regret To Sow A Seed And Live In Me Because I Don't Believe It. You Feel It, It's Like Guilt, It's Like Jealousy, It's Like All Those Horrible Things. You've Just Got To Snip Them And Get Them Out, Because They're No Good.

I Don't Want To Do Anything That I'm Not Passionate About.

When You Suddenly Appear On The Scene And You Are The New Face, Everything Centers On You. I Experienced This In My Mid-20s And I Found It Rather Hard.