When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

I just want to live in peace and quiet.

No one who has experienced facing a screaming, boiling, hysterical audience can avoid feeling shivers in the spine. It's a thin line between celebration and menace.

I may have aimed too high sometimes, asked too much of myself and demanded too little from those around me.

I have always had strong maternal instincts. Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels' tracks behind me in the snow.

My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.

I can spot empty flattery and know exactly where I stand. In the end it's really only my own approval or disapproval that means anything.