I have written the only diet book that I believe needs to exist, and here it is: CHAPTER ONE: Eat a bit less. CHAPTER TWO: Move about a bit more. THE END.

I'll always have to force myself to see the positive, because I'm wired badly, I'd say. I'm just naturally a bit under, a bit depressed.

I don't know who St. Valentine was, but I hope he died alone, surrounded by couples.

Look in the mirror and say, 'There is none other like you and for that reason alone you are beautiful.

About me - I used to want to be a P.E. teacher, and kind of still do.

I am not married, no. I wasn't really into the notion when I was younger, but now I think a proposal is the ultimate romantic gesture.

I've never felt like a woman fighting in a male world; I've never felt penalised.