I look placid, you see, that's why people think I'm fine. Inside I worry a lot.

I have been lucky enough to travel a lot, meet great people in many lands. I have liked almost everyone I met along the way.

The great thing about getting older is that you become more mellow. Things aren't as black and white, and you become much more tolerant. You can see the good in things much more easily rather than getting enraged as you used to do when you were young.

Money doesn't make you happy, but it gives a zone of comfort around you.

I think I'm brave because I've made decisions based - I hope not entirely selfishly - on what I think is right for me to do next.

If you woke up each morning, and immediately dwelt on your ills, what sort of a day could you look forward to?

I think I was dealt a good hand. I have happy genes.