I have an obsession with mortality. I saw a friend die when I was 18, and I can't get over it.

I have a checklist of things I'd like to do in movies. One of them is get possessed. Die on a deathbed with a ghostly pallor - that's on my list.

I have an existential crisis every time I walk into a bookshop, knowing that I'm not going to read all the books before I die.

I get depressed when the sun is clouded over. It affects me.

When my dog Buster died, I couldn't get over it. I was in bits.

The things I wanted to do from a very early age - ie. get married and have children - precluded a lot of guys my own age from wanting to have anything to do with me.