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

On the whole, I prefer Christmas as an adult than I did as a child.

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

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.

I never have plans for the future as you never know how things will turn out.

People who have fabulous childhoods have this sense that nothing is ever going to be that good again. With me, I have the sense that nothing is going to be that bad.

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.