Anyway, what makes people look youthful is the quality of their skin and I don't think you can change that.

There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.

I think we all live in a world that is so fast-paced, it's threatening and absolutely saturated with change and novelty and insecurity. Therefore, the ritual of cooking and feeding my family and friends, whoever drops in, is what makes me feel that I'm in a universe that is contained.

I was shy as a child. Now I'm not really shy any more, unless I'm with shy people. I find it contagious and I don't know what to say. But I don't think shyness is something one should feel apologetic about.

Cooking is actually quite aggressive and controlling and sometimes, yes, there is an element of force-feeding going on.

I need to be frightened of things. I hate it, but I must need it, because it's what I do.

Also, in a funny way, if you have been happily married there are no unresolved areas, nothing to prove to yourself after the other dies.