I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself.

By the time dessert arrives I am usually so drunk, I can't remember what I'm serving.

I'm lucky not to have a nine-to-five job.

I have to keep reminding myself that I am their mother. Sometimes we are sitting at home and I feel like we are waiting for our mom to come home.

My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.

You have to be great friends and make each other laugh. We laugh a lot and neither is jealous of the other.

I always ask the booksellers to look at me and recommend a book; 9 out of 10, they get it right; it’s usually a book about someone dysfunctional. To me bookstores are like brothels of imagination, each book is luring me over going, 'Read me, read me'.