“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.”

I’m not one of these people that needs to feel loved. I don’t need to see my picture everywhere.

Drink whatever you like, just so long as it coordinates with your nail varnish.

Everyone’s showing their thong out the back of their jeans. But you shouldn’t wear any. You get a better line if you wear no knickers.

I don’t have any issues with my age.

I don’t want to be made to look like I’m 25. I’m 39. I don’t have any issues with my age.

For me to go to America – which I find such a positive place – well, I took to it like a duck to water.

I’ve got a lot that I want to do, so I would like to expand my empire, for sure. I love it.

People I respect complimenting me on my work in fashion is more exciting to me than anything I ever achieved as a Spice Girl.

I love what I do professionally, I’m really blessed. But my priority is my husband and my children.

More than anyone, I am aware of the preconceptions. I was a Spice Girl. I’m married to a footballer.

I’ve been in the public eye for about 15 or 16 years and I’m very aware that fame is not a given. I have to maintain it. It’s not just something that will always be there.

I love fashion – I really feel it’s where I belong.

I’m not materialistic. I believe in presents from the heart, like a drawing that a child does.

I spent the whole summer with my boobs out, breastfeeding. I loved it. It was heaven.

The only time I get upset by things written about me – when people write irresponsible things about my weight… I appreciate that young girls look up to me. And I take that very seriously.

People always think I’m taller than I am – not just because of the shoes I wear but because of the way I dress. It’s all relatively streamlined.

Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

I’m so despondent about everything. Everything I try goes totally wrong. There’s no escape from this hole here. I feel drained. So far, I still haven’t found a real purpose in life. Sometimes, I’m afraid to get out of bed in the morning. There’s nothing to get up for.

The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, ‘Where the hell is my roof?

Before you go to bed; thank god for you still have a bed.

When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.

I find I can get so much done between midnight and 4 a.m. Everything is quiet, no one is disturbing me, and if I go to bed then, I just lie awake thinking of ideas. They are very creative hours for me. One night a week I crash out, though.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.