After boarding school in Switzerland, at, like, 14 or 15, my life clicked, and I just realized, 'I don't want to be like anyone around me at my school. I don't think the world revolves around money.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up with no money. No money. I always struggled and had the sense that there was this other class of people who went to college - this was when I was younger.
People assume I'm out there having this great life, but money doesn't erase the pain. When you're young you barrel through life, making choices without thinking of repercussions. A few years down the line, you wake up in a certain place and wonder how the hell you got there.
When I was 12, all I wanted was to be good at school, and to do something admirable, something you can't take away from me because I'm not popular or beautiful enough.
I thought that being popular in school was just so pathetic. I knew I had a future over and beyond the horizon of that school.
From a pretty early age, I developed an interest in travel. I told my parents I wanted to live abroad, and they said, 'Well, you have to have money to do those things.'
Money makes life easier but I don't want to be rich, not at all.
Money's important. Everyone cares about money. And when you don't have money, money becomes the overriding obsession of your life.
I grew up in an affluent suburban world and never worried about money until I'd grown up and found wonderfully original ways to screw up my life.
I come from a middle class background. I have travelled a lot by trains and have lived in the world. It is a world I cannot get away from; I would not even want to.
When I was younger I was completely without money - when I was studying in Budapest, when I was a refugee.