You know what I'm intrigued by? Like, space and wormholes and Stephen Hawking's theories and Richard Dawkins's theories. That's what I care about.
I hate ridiculous names; my weird name has haunted me all my life.
You're required to be outspoken in journalism, and in television you're exposed anyway, because everyone watches it.
I remember the day my mother died, and it's still hard to talk about it. I just blocked it out.
I hate being called spoilt. My life is ordinary.
I didn't start grieving for my mother properly until I was maybe 16.
I want to be a good wife, a good mother, a good person.
Broadsheets can be scathing. But I have respect for broadsheet journalists because they haven't succumbed to degrading themselves, to writing pidgin English with all these terrible colloquialisms, the phrasing of which is just, like, embarrassing.
A lot of paparazzi wanted to be real photographers but they failed, and they did that instead, and it's not right; it's stalking.
I don't feel like I need to be a successor to my mother, or her work.
