I Couldn't Make Sense Of Things. But

Even Now I Can't Stand Being Recognized In The Street. I Just Hate It When Strangers Come Up And Try To Talk To Me. I'm Pathologically Shy.

I've Had A Blessed Career, And That Has Been Acknowledged In Many Ways Over The Years.

I Haven't Got The Kind Of Discipline Where I Can Turn My Emotion Inside Out And Then Just Switch Off. It Affects Me Fairly Profoundly And I Don't Like Putting Myself Through That Kind Of Mincer Every Day.

The Older I've Got, The Easier I've Found It To Accept Myself. I Think I've Finally Learnt Not To Beat Myself Up So Much.

I've Gradually Grown More Comfortable With Who I Am And What I Am.