For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it.

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'.

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except the brain?

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

You shouldn't run away from your problems, you need to aim straight for the heart of the beast.

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

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