My core belief is that if you're complaining about something for more than three minutes, two minutes ago you should have done something about it.

But as the years went on, I realised that what I really want to be, all told, is a human. Just a productive, honest, courteously treated human.

If you've been fat, you will always feel and see the world as a fat person; you know how difficult it is... It's the same coming from a working-class background... it never leaves you.

I am not good at small talk. I will hide in a cupboard to avoid chitty-chat.

The problem that we have is thinking there's only one kind of feminist, and that she's politically correct and right on at all times, wears flat shoes, doesn't wear makeup, probably doesn't have sex, is very angry, wears dungarees, is a vegetarian.

Once you've got a big feminist and political justification for talking about how you went round to Benedict Cumberbatch's house and did period all over his sofa, then there's no reason not to tell that anecdote in the middle of a dinner party.

I love puffins. They are small, round gothic birds, and their babies are called pufflings.