I'm a light sleeper, but so long as I'm wearing earplugs, I sleep well.

This is the moment behind which I could forget every other moment that has passed.

Back then I was called Dumbo because of my ears. I was called Fatty, too. It was hurtful so I became like the class clown. I became the one who was kicked around.

I used to collect vintage clothing - exquisite lace dresses, embroidered shawls and ornate jewelry - but that's just not me any more.

I had a husband who, I'm convinced, was an undiagnosed manic depressive. He didn't treat me as if I had a brain - I was just this beautiful little doll he could show off.

I own a home in Sweden, I rent in both Los Angeles and in Britain, and I'm constantly travelling.

I'm very organised these days, and I keep my life in my handbag, like most women.