I was happy, I wasn’t beaten, and I lacked nothing. But it wasn’t what people expect – it was very much sort of pinching and scraping. I don’t know how my mother did it.
At school, I always wanted to belong to a gang, and no one would have me. So I’d have make my own gang, but with everybody else’s leftovers.
I never go straight to the point if I can go the most difficult way. Why be simple when you can be complicated?
If you’re feeling insecure and you need to feel special, the best place to go is somewhere foreign where people treat you as special because you’re different.
People accuse me of being Methody, but I’m not at all. The one thing I don’t want people to see is me. I don’t want them to be able to recognize my faults and failures and qualities, and I won’t use those things to spark off emotions or to illustrate.