“It has always felt like a failure that Bjorn and I couldn’t keep our family together.”

I have one pug and one Czechoslovakian dog called Prazsky krysarik.

Abba’s last tour was a success but awful for me.

I must be allowed to be as I am.

No one who has experienced facing a screaming, boiling, hysterical audience can avoid feeling shivers in the spine. It’s a thin line between celebration and menace.

I am uninterested in appearing in newspapers and on television.

When I was 25, Abba was formed. After Abba I made three solo albums. Maybe I have been productive enough.

I have always had strong maternal instincts.

You never get it back, but to this day I don’t regret splitting up.

It’s just that song, and I’m trying to really sound like what the song is about.

Not a vital necessity, like it is for so many people. I enjoy it but I can see right through it!

My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.

I’m a country bumpkin. I’m not a showgirl.

It’s strange that the newspapers don’t see a connection between their false revelations about my private life and my need for seclusion and security.

I may have aimed too high sometimes, asked too much of myself and demanded too little from those around me.

There is a danger of changing too much in the search for perfection.

Many people think I am striking a pose – that I want to create a sense of shyness. But it’s just not something I want to do. I overdosed.