Maybe I don't believe things myself, as well. Truth is such a transient thing.

It wasn't so much destroying my dancing, it was destroying me.

I'm not trying to find another thing that's wrong with me, but I'm such a nice person, and I have a couple of drinks and I'm really good fun and then I'm really not fun.

If I didn't want to work for a couple of years, I wouldn't have to-it's a great feeling, to know I'm doing it because I want to do it.

I never grew up.

I have hardly any friends who aren't gay.

It's my memory, and what happened between that moment 10 or 15 years ago and now, there's a lot of gray area.

I am fiercely independent and I probably wouldn't be if it wasn't for the way in which I was brought up.

I've been slagged off completely by the art world.

I've got over so much. Mum wouldn't want anything to come into my life that would make me fragile again.