I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

When God closes one door, He slams another in your face

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

I love Prada. Not so much the clothes, which are for malnourished thirteen-year-olds, but I covet, with covety covetousness, the shoes and handbags. Like, I LOVE them. If I was given a choice between world peace and a Prada handbag, I'd dither. (I'm not proud of this, I'm only saying.)

I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children.

For feel-good fiction to work, there has to be an element of darkness.

I went grey at 12, my eyesight went at 17. I've been a crock from very early on.