Although will never love anyone again, don't want to become bitter. Or creative.

I suppose I wanted to have my cake and eat it. But then again, what were you going to do with your cake if not eat it? Frame it? Use it as a sachet in your underwear drawer?

In an unpredictable and unpleasant world it was both unusual and very pleasant to hear what I wanted to hear.

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

I'm proud of what I write and feel endorsed by my readers.

Baking makes me focus. On weighing the sugar. On sieving the flour. I find it calming and rewarding because, in fairness, it is sort of magic - you start off with all this disparate stuff, such as butter and eggs, and what you end up with is so totally different. And also delicious.

I'd rather eat nothing than eat a carrot.