“If men had to have babies, they would only ever have one each.”

Anywhere I see suffering, that is where I want to be, doing what I can.

The kindness and affection from the public have carried me through some of the most difficult periods, and always your love and affection have eased the journey.

I remember when I used to sit on hospital beds and hold peoples hands, people used to be shocked because they d never seen this before. To me it was quite normal.

I’d like people to think of me as someone who cares about them.

I will fight for my children on any level so they can reach their potential as human beings and in their public duties.

The press is ferocious. It forgives nothing, it only hunts for mistakes. In my position anyone sane would have left a long time ago.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?

I’m aware that people I have loved and have died and are in the spirit world looking after me.

No one sat me down with a piece of paper and said, This is what is expected of you. But I’m lucky enough in the fact that I have found my role. I love being with people.

Being a princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I love working with children, and I have learned to be very patient with them.

The public wanted a fairy princess to come and touch them and everything would turn to gold. Little did they realise that the individual is crucifying herself inside because she didn’t think she was good enough.

I don’t want expensive gifts; I don’t want to be bought. I have everything I want. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and secure.

You have so much pain inside yourself that you try & hurt yourself on the outside because you want help.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

I am all about caring. I have always been like that.

A child, like all other human beings, has inalienable rights.

I understood somehow my mother’s frustration. And that it was no good not only for her, but for her children or her husband, that she didn’t have a real use of her ability.

Today the problem that has no name is how to juggle work, love, home and children.

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

There is absolutely no evidence that it is harmful to children if their mother’s health, well-being and autonomy and control of her own destiny is maximized by work outside the home.

We can no longer ignore that voice within women that says: ‘I want something more than my husband and my children and my home.’

But somewhere within each of us, buried at varying depths depending on the age and degree of neglect or abuse, shame or coercion we endured, there is a resistant, daydreaming, rebellious, creative, unique child — a true self who is waiting.

By the year 2000 we will, I hope, raise our children to believe in human potential, not God.