There is that thing about not working with animals and children - I don't think that's true. Although you should never work with donkeys.

But when I lose my temper, I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis, in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical, which may be masochistic of me.

It's such a cold night and it's the only time I've actively been grateful for menopause. I've been entirely comfortable.

We all need somewhere where we feel safe

There's an awful lot of misunderstanding here about what being poor actually means. I don't think people understand that being poor means you have to work from dawn until dusk just to survive through the day. I think there's some notion that poor people lie about all day not doing anything. It is remarkable how many misconceptions there are here about life in the developing world and I think that that knowledge gap has done a lot to contribute to the imbalance quite frankly.

Is love a fancy or a feeling.... or a Ferrars?

I firmly believe there are books whose greatness actually enable you to live.