Honestly, shopping beats therapy, anytime. It costs the same and you get a dress out of it.

My daily Nespresso coffee, an unexpected shaft of sunlight through the window on a winter's day, my bargain Missoni sunglasses (70 percent off!)

I'm a great fan of taking my laptop out and about.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.

The great thing about being a novelist is that you organize your own day.

All this time, I wasn't hungry for success, I was hungry.

I can't cook. I don't have the right brain for it, somehow. I can't walk into a room and tidy it up. I get distracted. I pick up one thing and I start looking at it. And my cooking is truly heinous.