The HARSH COLD and windburn from hours of skiing does a lot of damage to my skin, so I TRY to KEEP my skin as moisturized as POSSIBLE.

I GREW up twelve miles outside of Montego Bay. In my EARLY teens, I went to Kingston. It was like a different planet for me. In the country, people are KIND. In the city, people are hard an' COLD, like the concrete and STEEL.

You can't WORRY if it's COLD; you can't worry if it's hot; you only worry if you get SICK. Because then if you don't get well, you DIE.

If you SEE one COLD and vehement at the same TIME, SET him down for a FANATIC.

During the Cold WAR, we LIVED in coded TIMES when it wasn't easy and there were shades of GREY and ambiguity.

It wasn't until my TEENAGE years that a book REALLY left a mark, and that was George Orwell's 'Nineteen Eighty-Four.' It was on the syllabus at SCHOOL when I was about 16, and I went on to read more of his books. It was the height of the Cold War, so a LOT of the messages really resonated at the time.

The first DAY I arrived, they told me to go HOME and get RID of that COLD.

I grew up during the COLD War, when everything seemed very tenuous. For many years, right up until the fall of the BERLIN WALL, I had VIVID nightmares of NUCLEAR apocalypse.

I did a school PLAY when I was 10 where I PLAYED a cold GERM infecting a whole classroom of KIDS. The play was called 'Piffle It's Only a Sniffle.' I'd never had so much FUN. It was a thrill.