I think everyone understands grief, the journey it takes us on, whether it's the death of a loved one, the end of a relationship, a disappointment. Some people don't deal with it, the power of it. Some do. Some feel the weight of it and it informs their choices. I've had to open up to grief in different contexts.

I use innocence in my demeanor like a Venus flytrap.

For many years, I shut down that place inside myself that needed to rage, cry, ask questions and basically just express herself. I made a conscious choice when I put (the song) 'Me and a Gun' on the record not to stay a victim anymore.

Never was a cornflake girl; Thought it was a good solution: hanging with the raisin girls.

There is a time and a place for things. Sometimes one needs to put a filter on oneself. That can be a good thing.

My ears are huge. If there's ever a problem with a plane I'm on, they could just put me on the wing and I'll land the sucker.

I'm a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.