I am utterly in love with my son and my boyfriend and live in the most magical place on Earth. I've been in Norway for ten months now and I have loved every minute of it.

I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale, perfect, everything else, I am just being myself.

I got a phone call saying we are from the News of the World, and we're exposing you and David Beckham. My heart did not beat for a minute.

I did not know what my future was going to hold.

I'm a new mum who spends her days making baby food and cooking for her man. And I couldn't be happier.

Don't get me wrong - I love London, and still have an apartment there. But it is also a hard city and it wears you down.

I am seriously considering it.

I was reading so much about myself in the papers that was not me.

I wanted to step forward and be on TV and for people to see who I really was.

I wanted control over what was said and what was not said, rather than holding my head down in shame.

I have never farted in front of a guy I fancied before - I was so embarrassed!.

It may be too late, if you wait until Christmas to show those who you love, you have loved them.

The thing about stereotyping is it's usually just throwing rocks into a crowd hoping to hit somebody who deserves it.

The cane leaves a mark on your flesh for a few hours, a day or two. The good answers to the questions leave a mark on your brain for many years, sometimes even for life, ” my father said.

You do so much for me, my friend. I am truly blessed to have the friendship of someone as amazing as you. You are part of my life.

Little leaks sink the ship.

Logic issues in tautologies, mathematics in identities, philosophy in definitions; all trivial, but all part of the vital work of clarifying and organising our thought.

I don't remember not singing. I started when I was, I don't know how - what, two years old, or a year old or something like that.

In a democracy sovereignity is vested in a majority; and a majority is not only, at best, an ignorant, foolish and emotional mob, but shifts continually and alters from year to year.

April brings the primrose sweet, / Scatters daisies at our feet.

It bums me out tremendously what the church has become, and if it's got me bummed, imagine what Jesus Christ must be feeling.