"Niczego nie lubię. Może to ze strachu. Właśnie tak, boję się. Pragnę siedzieć sam w pokoju przy opuszczonych roletach. Delektuję się tym. Jestem świrem. Jestem kompletnym wariatem."
"Every day, I go to a sixth form college. It’s shite. It’s like being in a social experiment, where they keep a load of people in the same building and the only thing they all have in common is their age. And because of this, it’s populated by people trying to fit in. The teachers push an ideal on us; ‘Succeed here, or be in a failure in life’, ‘Learn this fifteenth century lyric poem and hypothesise on its significance to the French Revolution, or be worthless in society’. I feel hatred towards the whole thing. And when I feel that hatred, I feel happy, because I realise that that’s not me."