I'm too much of a control freak.

I thought it was strange that I was called after a woman who killed herself in ancient literature. You just don't call your kid Dido and send her to school. But it's great for me now. It's just another thing that makes me stand out.

I haven't ever really found a place that I call homeI never stick around quite long enough to make itI apologize that once again I'm not in loveBut it's not as if I mindthat your heart ain't exactly breaking.

In fact, I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous, rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.

It's great to just disappear, grab a suitcase, switch the answering machine on and just go somewhere else.

I write about the things I feel strongly about.

It's all right to make mistakes, you're only humanInside everybody's hiding something.