I wasn't worried about turning 40 at all.

From the minute I wake up until I go to bed I think about food.

I was the first f****** hippy to enter this business, you know... I was one of the first girls to say I don't give a f*** about this whole supermodel thing.

I find it utterly bizarre that total strangers write about your life in a completely fictional manner.

I would love to photograph Stephen Hawking. I am just fascinated by science, I really am.

In modelling, there is no point in trying to prove you have a brain, so why even bother? I'd sooner save the energy for something more meaningful.

So many times I've wanted to crack up, standing there stiff while seven women are crawling round my toes fixing hems and the designer's having a freak-out because the denim cuffs are crooked. I'm on the verge of hysteria.