I Love Australian People.

There Will Always Be A Few People Who Just Want To Knock You Down Or Are Jealous Or Just Want To Be Horrible For The Sake Of It. I Don't Know What Drives Someone To Be Nasty.

Everyone Has A Mad Half-hour Once A Month.

We're All Just Trying To Fit In And Find Ourselves, Particularly When We're Growing Up.

Words Are Like Butter Rolling Off My Lips Cut Like A Knife And Now I'm Sinking Battleships

Perfectionism Kills Art. I Find That If I Criticise Myself, It Spoils The Fun. You Can Get Paralysed By Analysis - It Takes All The Playfulness Away.