I thought of the analyst Winnicott's observation: 'It is a joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found'.

... within every form of oppression lies the seeds of liberation.

When I was growing up, one or two girls were beautiful, but it was not an aspiration, right?

In my mum's day, you needed to be beautiful for a very short time to catch your man. It didn't start at six and go on until you're 75, right?

Beauty has been democratised. No longer the preserve of movie stars and models but available to all. But while the invitation to beauty is welcomed, it has become not so much an option as an imperative.

From a child's point of view, there is rarely a great time for parents to separate, even if there has been a lot of commotion and fighting.

There is no such thing as a neutral therapist.