I don't want three million people digesting my private life over their cornflakes.

I maintain the rather old-fashioned view that this is my w0rk and it's in the public arena, but that doesn't entitle everyone to know what happened at home before coming here . . .

I don't really have an image of myself. Now, is that true? Well, maybe I do and it's different, which is why I get shocked when I see how other people experience me. I see myself primarily in a domestic setting.

It's funny, this thing about happiness. It's a commodity that was imported from America in the Fifties. I see myself simply as living my life . . . I feel it's pushing your luck to define how happy you are.

It's like a fire. It goes through a journey, and each stage is interesting. I don't regret the passing of time. I try to live in the present, which should mean my life's full.