I never like photos of myself in the beginning. I live with them for three months, put them in a drawer, take them out and look again. I hate the way I look, but of course it's really not that bad.

If I let myself sink into depression, I won't be able to get out. And then I'll be awfully unhappy. I just have to turn my face to the light and walk on. And trust that things will be all right.

I've got quite a good brain and all that, which I've never had to use in singing at all.

I don't talk about my private life.

I do take care of myself; I get my nails done, and I have a skin doctor, but that's it. I'm clean and groomed.

I have to watch out for being lazy.

The food that's never let me down in life is porridge, especially with milk and maple syrup, which is delicious. Paris isn't a porridge place, but I can buy it in London when I'm there and bring it back with me.