I'd die if I was Madonna. I'd die. God what a horrible way to live. And Michael Jackson! To be so famous and to feel so isolated. I feel so bad for them. I don't know how it feels and I hope it never happens to me.

Being famous is great it's not like bad or horrible or anything.

I have this horrible sense of humor where I think discomfort is funny - partly because I experience discomfort a lot and it's a way of laughing at it and getting a release.

Existence itself does not feel horrible it feels like an ecstasy rather which we have only to be still to experience.

My father was an autodidact. It wasn't a middle-class house. Shopkeepers are aspirant. He paid for me to go to private school. He was denied an education - he had a horrible childhood. He got a place at a grammar school and wasn't allowed to go.

Without education we are in a horrible and deadly danger of taking educated people seriously.

It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper without interrupting our breakfast numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.

You know Americans are obsessed with life and death and rebirth that's the American Cycle. You know awakening tragic horrible death and then Phoenix rising from the ashes. That's the American story again and again.

Well to the people who pray for me to not only have an agonising death but then be reborn to have an agonising and horrible eternal life of torture I say 'Well good on you. See you there.'

I tried to tell them about the dating process because I'm single now and how horrible it is and how many foolish experiences I had had dating. So I was really selling him hard but the whole time he really wanted me!

I know who my dad is I've met him a few times but I don't even call him dad. I know it sounds horrible but I don't even see him as part of my family to be honest. If you want the truth it doesn't bother me because I don't know any different. I just know that me and my mum that was my family.

I grew up in a house where my father encouraged my brother and me to fail. I specifically remember coming home and saying 'Dad Dad I tried out for this or that and I was horrible ' and he would high-five me and say 'Way to go.'

I was horrible at science and math. I couldn't pass a test to save my life! I'm surprised that it didn't take me until I was 20 to graduate. That's why my role is so cool - Grissom is the complete opposite of me.

Everyone has this perception that the bloggers they say horrible things about you and they hide behind their computers where you can't see them.

In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.

I am a horrible visual artist. I can't fix a car sew knit cook etc. Statistically there is more I don't do than do.

Racism has been for everyone like a horrible tragic car crash and we've all been heavily sedated from it. If we don't come into consciousness of this tragedy there's going to be a violent awakening we don't want. The question is can we wake up?