For my last meal I'd want an Irish breakfast with soda bread and one of my dad's omelettes with three or four eggs.

How awful to be a perfect beauty! How confusing! God. Can you imagine?

Fear has been my biggest friend. Fear of the unknown. Whenever I've been afraid, I've been very self-protective.

I am concerned about ageism and the loss of beauty - the perception that as you grow older, you 'lose your looks,' which I think is diabolical.

I have previously been a very enthusiastic consumer, and I didn't think about the origins of garments enough.

I take my mentoring responsibilities very seriously.

I would say I live half in New York and half in Claridge's. How decadent! How hysterical!

Rejection is, of course, part of any successful model's career, as ironic as that sounds. It's how you pick yourself up and get on with the job.

I am selective. If I do splash out, it's an investment, and I wear things for years.

Growing up, I had an insane crush on Neil Tennant of the Pet Shop Boys.

I have a regular cleansing, toning and moisturising routine.

There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had

Children are born atheists. Then they are indoctrinated and abused by so-called 'God's representatives.' Innocents are scarred emotionally and psychologically by those who are sworn to protect them.

I need to take everything one step at a time. If I think about that too much, I'll miss this amazing experience.

The bloody solution of the crisis, the effort for the destruction of the enemy's forces, is the first-born son of war.

Love is qualified as an attribute of that force, power or influence known as God. Thus as man makes application of love in his daily experience, he finds God a personal God.

I realized fear one morning, with the blare of the fox hunter's sound. When they're all chasin' the poor bloody fox, 'tis safer to be dressed like the hound.

With the passage of years, not all of Dicken's readers remained infatuated with his pathos. One generation's sublimity became another generation's kitsch.

I'm driven by telling stories, I love telling stories.

If you're hurt, lick your wounds and get up again. If you've given it your absolute best, it's time to move forward.

We dislike talking about our experiences. No explanations are needed for those who have been inside, and the others will understand neither how we felt then nor how we feel now.