I am not, I repeat, NOT a lesbian - even though I'd like to be one when I grow up.

My daughter couldn't care less about me being famous. She finds it revolting and, like a lot of teenagers, is virtually allergic to me. That started at 12 and hasn't gone anywhere yet.

It was my father who taught me to value myself. He told me that I was uncommonly beautiful and that I was the most precious thing in his life.

Any people whose lives are about the way they look, whether it's fat or thin, are in a dangerous area.

In actual life I am a grumpy old bag.

I've always loved kissing. We all do, don't we?

I don't know what the future holds, but I have to be confident about it. It's just the way I am.