When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.

I think I'm quite a lazy person, actually. If I'm not careful, I could just stay in bed all day.

For me to think in terms of employing security seems ostentatious.

I think having to carry 58kg might be beyond her,

We're all lonely, but I'd rather be lonely by myself than with a long list of duties and obligations. I think that's why people kill themselves, really.

After dinner I'll catch up with emails. And when I'm lying in bed, I think about the next collection. That makes me sound insane, doesn't it? That I'm getting into bed with David Beckham and thinking about clothes?