No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?

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.

I never wear flats. My shoes are so high that sometimes when I step out of them, people look around in confusion and ask, "Where'd she go?" and I have to say, "I'm down here.

Nothing sinister. Just getting exercise. Although some might consider that sinister.

Do I mind being called a chick-lit writer? Well, it's not the worst thing that could happen.

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

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.