I just have friends that don't sell their pictures to newspapers.

I don't mean to be accident prone, but my excuse is if you really want to get somewhere you have to go full gas.

I was competing in an IPC World Cup race, but the finish area was short and I came across the line with my head down and went straight through the fence. It was only because the Italian team doctor leapt out to grab me that I didn't smash through the café window.

There have been loads of times I have regretted meeting Paul because I was so happy in my old life.

People love me or hate me and all I think about is the people that I know and suffer with different causes and carry on my charity work and that's what keeps me alive really.

I've always gone out with men who wanted a cook all the time.

I'm dreading being on a ski cross with other skiers who don't know what they're doing.