You can't imagine what satisfaction can be gotten from throwing a pie into someone's face.

I've never been on the cover of Empire. I'm very bitter. I've got an award but now I feel sad and cross.

London has always been a haven for victims of cruelty, and been improved by them. Yet I can see it changing now. Outsiders are demonised, there are little bits of legislation, people are scared.

If you're actually allowing your creative part to control your writing rather than a more commercial instinct or motive, then you'll find that all sorts of interesting things will bubble up to the surface.

Constantly worrying about your reflection and criticizing your body, shape and size is an act of violence against yourself.

If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it.

I was brought up by very witty people who were dealing with quite difficult things: disease and death... I was brought up by people who tended to giggle at funerals.