I don't think parents always know where their children are going or what they are doing, what they are up to.

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 Court is perhaps one of the last citadels of jealously preserved individualism. For the most part, we function as nine, small independent law firms.

I stole a significant amount of money from a family member. I knew I was going to get caught, but I was so desperate I didn't care. It was a cry for help.

Art is a universal language and through it each nation makes its own unique contribution to the culture of mankind.

My adolescence progressed normally: enough misery to keep the death wish my usual state, an occasional high to keep me from actually taking the gas-pipe.

Today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness.

There is no place in nature for extinction.

A body came flying out and landed at my feet. At first I thought it was Billy so I picked him up. But when I saw it wasn't I dropped him back down.

I'm not the same as I was long ago, I've learned some new things and I hope that it shows.

Hold the hand of the child within you. For this child, nothing is impossible.

My grandmother would croon over every scrap of meat on a sparerib like a medieval relic hunter musing on the knucklebone of a saint.