Memories are like mercury. Every time you sort of try to get near them, they slip out of your hand like a bar of soap.

Life is full of banana skins. You slip, you carry on.

Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.

Every time we had a raid, I'd get a boyfriend out of it.

Fantasy appeals to me and can be very much reflected in my dress - but then, each day is different. Not every day is a magical day.

Fragrance takes you on a journey of time. You can walk down the street and pass someone and get taken back 20 years. It's very Proustian that way.