“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’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.

Don’t call me an icon. I’m just a mother trying to help.

Princess Diana was a wonderful, caring philanthropist. She would come sometimes into the church and sit at the back and pray.

A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.

It’s vital that the monarchy keeps in touch with the people. It’s what I try and do.

It has always been my concern to touch people with leprosy, trying to show in a simple action that they are not reviled, nor are we repulsed.

If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.

I am always going to be true to myself.

First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can’t help it.

Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.

I want you to be the one I stay in bed with on sunday morning, and never want to leave.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

Push me on the bed and come over me. Let me pull down your pants and press my mouth onto your naked peak. Let me taste the lava that flows out of your volcano.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

Help! Mom! There Are Liberals Under My Bed’ is the title of the book.