You don't go around grieving all the time, but the grief is still there and always will be.
I was a quiet teenager, introverted, full of angst.
There is a kind of euphoria of grief, a degree of madness.
I am not sure about facelifts because I wouldn't want to be someone who just looks like she's had a facelift.
On the whole, I prefer Christmas as an adult than I did as a child.
Also, in a funny way, if you have been happily married there are no unresolved areas, nothing to prove to yourself after the other dies.
You need a balance in life between dealing with what's going on inside and not being so absorbed in yourself that it takes over.
I wasn't good with authority, went to lots of schools, didn't like the fact that there was no autonomy.
I know the crew so well, so I forget I'm being filmed. It's like cooking with a friend in the kitchen - you're talking, as you do, and maybe you're telling her about this wonderful way to prepare lamb chops - it's more natural, more honest.
'Statistically, people who have been happily married and then widowed tend to remarry.
I never have plans for the future as you never know how things will turn out.
Then again, they're not scripted and I feel it's virtually impossible to be anything but yourself when you're in front of the cameras and cooking so there is a measure of truth in what you see.
There is a vast difference between how things seem from the outside and how they feel on the inside.
I think maybe when you live with someone who is really very ill for a long time, it somehow gives you more of a greedy appetite for life and maybe, yes, you are less measured in your behaviour than you would otherwise be.
I need to be frightened of things. I hate it, but I must need it, because it's what I do.
There is something wrong about being photographed that has nothing to do with vanity.
I can understand why those primitive desert people think a camera steals their soul. It is unnatural to see yourself from the outside.
It sounds like something on a very trite T-shirt, but life is what happens.
And, in a funny way, each death is different and you mourn each death differently and each death brings back the death you mourned earlier and you get into a bit of a pile-up.
Emotion is messy, contradictory... and true.
