I thought it was something peculiar to me. I thought I was abnormal.

When dad told me Mr Steptoe had passed away, I broke down.

People still come up to me and ask whether I am Louise Brown or if they've seen me somewhere else before.

The importance and influence of books on me has been cumulative: the result of hearing and reading lots of stories about interesting people and places.

The first few days my thought was 'there goes our building.' Then I decided I wasn't going to let one moment decide what I do.

I thought it was a tacky revue of ABBA tunes. What else would you think when you saw that title and didn't know the song 'Mamma Mia'?