Everyone just screams and screams and screams. I have accepted it as real now, but it still feels surreal.

I haven't found one place in the world yet where I could disappear.

When this is over, the media will lose interest. There'll be nothing to say. It won't fit into a headline anymore. It won't fit into a template.

I'll probably go to London and hide.

I suppose I should understand it [fame] better by this point, but I really don't.

I never do anything normal anyway. I just get other people to do it now.