Oh, God, I'm so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don't care. I've got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave.

It is horrid to smirk.

When someone loves you it's like having a blanket all round your heart.

It occurred to me that if Africa needed us, sometimes we needed Africa a great deal more.

I like you very much. Just as you are.

It is proved by surveys that happiness does not come from love, wealth, or power but the pursuit of attainable goals.

Sink into morbid, cynical reflection on how much romantic heartbreak is to do with ego and miffed pride rather than actual loss

One must not live one's life through men but must be complete on oneself as a woman of substance.

No one is thinking about you. They're thinking about themselves, just like you.

Tom has a theory that homosexuals and single women in their thirties have natural bonding: both being accustomed to disappointing their parents and being treated as freaks by society.

It's rather fun writing a female spy, because she has so much more kit. Bond never carried a hair dryer or a makeup bag. And he certainly didn't wear an uplift bra.

Your decisions in hours of failure would determine whether you will forever be where you are or you will move out of that situation.

I drank through the buzz of befuddlement into perfect clarity and out again into the blissful confusion of true intoxication.

Some people don't like change, but you need to embrace change if the alternative is disaster.

Carbs are devastating for the brain.

I've been blessed to have done different roles, but I don't think people see me as funny.

In our secular society, school has become the replacement for church, and like church it requires that its teachings must be taken on faith.

Hormones were as potent as whiskey, and twice as sneaky.

A locked big door always kneels down in front of its little key! Every giant has a weak side!

The Church needs you, your enthusiasm, your creativity and the joy that is so characteristic of you.

for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?