In fact I am quite snappy and irritable, and I don't know if I'd like to make myself worse in that respect.

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.

Sometimes...we don't want to feel like a postmodern, postfeminist, overstretched woman but, rather, a domestic goddess, trailing nutmeggy fumes of baking pie in our languorous wake.

You could probably get through life without knowing how to roast a chicken, but the question is, would you want to?

I don't believe in low-fat cooking.

In fact I am quite snappy and irritable, and I don't know if I'd like to make myself worse in that respect.

I can understand why those primitive desert people think a camera steals their soul. It is unnatural to see yourself from the outside.