Everyone wants to be young, beautiful and rich. I don't say that scornfully: there are worse things to want to be. But that's why, for example, people don't begrudge Kate Moss how much she earns for a day's work but will fulminate over the take-home pay of some fat, old Water Board exec.

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.

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'm not someone who's endlessly patient and wonderful.

You cannot truly say you live well unless you eat well.

At some stages of your life you will deal with things and at others you are overwhelmed with misery and anxiety.

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