Women are more emotional, and it's natural to talk about it.

I am very short-sighted, and if I don't like a situation I take my glasses off.

I wouldn't say I was grumpy. It's more pathological - I have seismic tantrums. I get red in the face and cry at least three times a week, and I have to lie down and have a nap afterwards.

People often ask why comedy is harder for women, and the reason is because a tampon will sometimes fall out when you're on stage. Blokes don't have that worry.

Anyone who has dead straight hair wants curls.

I can eat a man, but I'm not sure of the fiber content.

Without fake tan I have the skin tones of a dead jellyfish.

Well, I'm not good with sliminess. I hate the thought of creatures that have slime on them or creatures that leave a slimy trail. At home, the sight of a slug can bring up my breakfast.

I'm a schizophrenic mix of wannabe glamourpuss and absolute slob, and my style is very much magistrate-meets-barmaid.

Well, I really don't like heights. I don't get on the top deck of a double-decker because that's a bit high for me. I always feel that I'm going to hurl myself off, so heights are a problem.

I love fashion, but I don't come from a background of loving clothes, and I remember feeling badly dressed from a young age.

Humor is also a way of saying something serious.

There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.

I firmly believe the death tax is good for people from all walks of life all throughout our society.

There is something about the state putting the power to bully into the hands of subnormal, sadistic apes that makes my blood boil.

I demand my right to a private life, just as I respect that right for everybody else.

You saw the traumas that people lived through, and wondered what it will take to move us as a human community, as humanity, to help in these dangerous situations.

We fight, get beat, rise, and fight again.

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

In my experience, the hardest thing about having someone "come out" to you is the "pretending to be surprised" part.

The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.