At school, I always wanted to belong to a gang, and no one would have me. So I'd have make my own gang, but with everybody else's leftovers.

After a long time with someone, you realise you've been thinking for two.

I was happy, I wasnt beaten, and I lacked nothing. But it wasnt what people expect - it was very much sort of pinching and scraping. I dont know how my mother did it.

In fact, in many ways my mother was quite hippy-dippy, serving macrobiotic food and reading 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.'

You have to think about whether that Mercedes-Benz you have is actually worth how much it costs to you.

As an adult, it's a huge shock to be orphaned; as a child it's just hideous, ghastly.

My children are lovely. They're perfect.