I don't really cook. There are caterers, and my husband cooks.

Sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here, silent all these years

I'm a tomato freak, but sometimes you have to get it in ketchup form for people to be able to open to tomatoes.

Cornwall is one of the most beautiful places, with great people - there's not a great downside to it.

I get painted quite a bit as a tragic figure because of some of the stuff that's happened in my life.

I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys, those Christian boys.

I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?