To be honest, it's a bit of a relief not having to be the party animal for a change.

The horrors of the world in general upset me. I cry when I think about how lucky I am with my lovely little family.

My most smelly job was at a kennels and cattery, and I basically spent all day scooping poop.

I used to be double-jointed in my hips, so I could put my toe in my mouth. That can't be classed as a talent really, rather a mild deformity.

I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can't hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift.

I like the idea of being a novelist. I picture myself on the coast, the wind in my hair, horses galloping around me as I sit at my typewriter in the middle of a field.

People seem to trust you more when you're pregnant. I think they see you as some kind of Mother Earth figure.

I liked the idea of being an actress, but thought better of it.

The most considerable difference I note among men is not in their readiness to fall into error, but in their readiness to acknowledge these inevitable lapses.

Size and elaboration were often mistaken for importance.

Write only if you wish to read it again and again...

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

Neither can embellishments of language be found without arrangement and expression of thoughts, nor can thoughts be made to shine without the light of language.

A child's natural form of behavior is play, and in our aim to educate, play should be honored and preserved for as long past childhood as can be.

I love exploring New York and I think that's what is so exciting about it. You find places that you've never heard of or seen before all the time.

I have to say accounting almost killed me.

In love quarrels the party that loves the most is always most willing to acknowledge the greater fault.

For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel: Judge, O you gods, how dearly Caesar loved him! This was the most unkindest cut of all