It's very easy to be judgmental until you know someone's truth.

I'm not very technically minded. I mean, I don't know how to do e-mail on computers.

Loving someone is setting them free, letting them go.

I need to be looked after. I'm not talking about diamond rings and nice restaurants and fancy stuff - in fact, that makes me uncomfortable. I didn't grow up with it, and it's not me, you know. But I need someone to say to me, 'Shall I run you a bath?' or 'Let's go to the pub, just us.'

It's easy to idealize someone that you don't know.

A lot of the girls were awful, very catty. It was a competitive environment that I didn't like. You have no idea of the anorexia I saw around me.