Obviously, my tastes and my priorities have changed. But I'm still asking the question 'Why?' Just because I'm a mother doesn't mean I'm not still a rebel and that I don't want to go in the face of convention and challenge the system. I never wanted to think in a robotic way, and I don't want my children to think that way, either.

I'm angry. Yes, I am outraged. Yes, I have thought an awful lot about blowing up the White House.

Isn't everyone just travelling down their own road watching the signs as they go?

We all fall to the floor at some point. It's how you pick yourself up that's the real challenge. Isn't it?

If at first you don't succeed, you're obviously not me.

I am a survivor. I am like a cockroach, you just can't get rid of me.

My nature is to provoke, that's true. I can't help myself. But it's always with good intentions.