If I don't get eight hours, I can't function, so I'm a great believer in power naps.
Brazil is living the last hours of Pompeii.
On a Friday night, I like to go out because my friends, who have been working normal hours, just want to let go after a stressful week at work.
I can't control what's going to happen in the future. I can't control what's going to happen in five hours. So I'm not really worried about it. I'm just focused on doing what I can at this moment.
In the city, I wake bolt upright in the small hours, convinced that intruders are marauding through our apartment despite Swiss bank-style security arrangements.
Some candidates can sit in an office for 10 hours a day asking for money. That's just not who I am.
I miss my parents a lot. I obviously don't see them loads anyway because they live up north. But knowing that they're only a couple of hours away is a lot different than knowing that they're 12 hours away.
At readings, audience members sometimes ask if I keep writing past the two hours if I'm on a roll, but I don't. I figure that if I'm on a roll, it's partially because I know I'm about to stop.
Everybody has 24 hours and the question is, what do you do with your 24 hours? That's what makes everybody equal.
People with film careers get a whole onslaught of people they spend 12 hours a day with every three months. It's like speed dating. You've got a fast-track to social intimacy with a whole bunch of people.
I'm a dancer, so I do four hours of dance a week of ballet, jazz, hip hop, contemporary. I also play the piano and I just started learning the guitar.
I had to spend countless hours, above and beyond the basic time, to try and perfect the fundamentals.