When I get tired, I start eating things that I wouldn't normally crave, like biscuits, because they'll give me a bit of energy to keep going.

The photoshoot glitz and TV studio make-up isn't the real me. I spend most days at home in Bristol in jeans and a T-shirt running around after the kids or shopping in the Co-op.

I cannot do the piece-of-talking-meat thing, the 'Here's your money, wear a pretty dress and take the cheque.' I'm not made that way. I have to be as good as I can be at whatever I do.

I would put belly laughing at the top of my highlights list. They always say that laughter is the best medicine.

I loved doing 'Countdown.' I now consider that I was very, very lucky - not just because it was such a wonderful show to do, but because it lasted for so long.

I was away a lot on 'Countdown' when the children were young and I couldn't have done it without Mum's help. Because she was at home running all of that, I never had to worry about them.

My bottom is so big it's got its own gravitational field.

My first marriage was totally unsuitable and shouldn't have happened. It was a whirlwind, rebound thing. I was 23 or 24 - a baby.

The first couple of days on the detox diet aren't pleasant.

I would never say never to marrying again but for the time being I'm having a great time.

I'd be happy to stay single now because I've always been in relationships. For the first time ever I can do what I want, when I want, with who I want, without answering to anyone.

Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.

For the writer, madness should seep slowly out of them from the world they endure each day.

Just because they annoy you doesn't mean they’re wrong!

Look at the results of regime change in Iraq. You can't possibly claim that it was successful.

Just this once, let it be easy.

I've been in a situation where I was after the money.

You're born, you die. Everything in between is subject to interpretation.

Unconditional good heart toward others is not even a possibility unless we attend to our own demons.

The 2016 presidential election is ripe for the emergence of a game-changing political leader who either dramatically reforms one of the existing parties or mounts an independent bid.

I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.