I don't know what 'home' or 'abroad' is any more.

My idea of a good time is creating something and reading a good book.

With Maurice suddenly going, I realised... I think I've matured. I don't take things lightly any more.

Music became an obsession, and eventually we felt more comfortable with each other then we did with anyone else. The three of us were like one person.

I don't like lifts and will walk up 20 flights of stairs if I have to. Crowded rooms make me uncomfortable, too, although I can sing to a stadium full of thousands of people no bother.

If some people can imagine that a person they love is alive in another world, why can't I imagine Maurice is alive in this one An artist is a person who uses art to run away from reality. It's not wrong-it's survival. There's nothing wrong with me creating a world in which Maurice is alive.

I find it very, very hard. He was part of the fabric of my life. We were kids together, and teenagers. We spent the whole of our lives with each other because of our music.