This morning, I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel, and while I was using it, it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

I am who I am, and there is nothing I can do about that.

Why do we wear them? They're so painful.

I don't have technique because I never learnt any.

I think books are like people, in the sense that they'll turn up in your life when you most need them.

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.

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.