I'm no good at anything. Not men. Not social skills. Not work. Nothing.

I always market research my books before I hand them in by showing them to five or six close friends who I trust to be honest with me, so they are very heavily re-written already.

Eventually, I manage to cheer Mum up by allowing her to go through my wardrobe and criticize all my clothes.

I will not get upset over men, but instead be poised and cool ice-queen.

I got into my usual obsessive writing frenzy, using all the material I'd worked on for so long and crafting it into a little novel [Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].

When someone loves you it's like having a blanket all round your heart.

But if you are single the last thing you want is your best friend forming a functional relationship with somebody else.