I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates.

Mum used to hide love letters from my boyfriends and put me down. Now I understand that she was a Polish immigrant forced to settle in Chicago. She was jealous of the freedom life gave me.

Why is that when people become ill and have something wrong with any of their organs, they get sympathy from other people - except when that organ is their brain?

I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced

My whole career has been an act of revenge.

I knew nothing about football, then someone showed me a film of Petit and I realised how interesting the game could be. He is divine. When I met him I could barely speak, he was so gorgeous. Women will love that show.

Thoughts aren't fact, so don't take them seriously