Look, How Many Stories Have I Broken?

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

I Was An Optimist, A Great Champion Of The Human Spirit. And I Lost That For A Time. I Feel Like I've Regained A Bit Of That In The Last Few Years But There Was A Period Of My Life In Which I Had A Very Low Opinion Of People In General.

London Is My Home... I Know What's Right And Wrong Here, And It's Nice To Have Somewhere Familiar To Go Back To.

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.

In A Weird Way, It’s Kind Of A Relief To Think, ‘oh, I Know I’m Not That Young Sort Of Pretty Thing Anymore.’ It’s Quite Nice Talking About What It Was Like To Be The Young Pretty Thing, Rather Than Being It.