“I can't answer a single one of these, which is how I know that whether I'm ready or not, I'm growing up.”

“I can't decide whether I'm a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I'm a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that's how I know I'm a woman!”

“I don't know who I am, I don't know what I'm like, how can I know what I want? I only know that whether I'm good or bad, whether I'm a bitch or not, whether I'm strong or weak or contemptible or a bloody martyr - I mean whether I'm fat or thin, tall or short, because I don't know - I want to be happy.”

“No, no, not at all. I'm a professional. If I can't take criticism, how will I ever grow?”

“Sometimes I don't know whether I'm real or whether I'm a character in one of my novels.”

“I intend to live as a happy man, though I am not quite ready to live as one, which means I'm not quite ready to die; whatever it is, I'm working on it, trust me”