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

If I could go into the woods and kill a bear myself, I'd wear it proudly as a trophy.

I do think awful things may happen at any moment, so while they are not happening, you may as well be pleased.

It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.

(In cooking), there is always room for careful tinkering.

I think maybe when you live with someone who is really very ill for a long time, it somehow gives you more of a greedy appetite for life and maybe, yes, you are less measured in your behaviour than you would otherwise be.

I don't wear anything in bed. But I'm not ready for a nude scene quite yet.