I've found myself at one in the morning just sitting at my desk spending an hour returning emails from the day until like two in the morning. It's ridiculous I should be sleeping or dreaming or reading a novel.

I derive no pleasure from prosecuting a man even though I know he's guilty do you think I could sleep at night or look at myself in the mirror in the morning if I hounded an innocent man?

When I get up in the morning and put on a pink or a green wig I see myself as a piece of animation. It lets me be the person I want to be a person who's not embarrassed to have fun.

Sometimes I have wrinkles in the morning. It depends on what kind of night that I had. I accept myself and the way that I am growing older. I have eye bags and some people have proposed to me to take them out but I said no.

'Not again!' I thought to myself this morning as news trickled out that John McCain was set to pick Alaska governor Sarah Palin as his running mate. Not again because too often women are promoted for the wrong reasons and then blamed when things don't go right.

I see myself at 7:30 in the morning and it's not too pretty.

You know I looked at my face in the mirror this morning and I like being old. My face has more content and when I train in the gym now I am not training to be strong or handsome - just better than I was yesterday. These days the race is just against myself.

I'm very happy with the way I look. I wake up some morning catch myself in the bathroom mirror and go 'hey girl you're alright'. But on the other hand I find the website stuff and the polls something completely removed from my own personal life. You can't take anything like that too seriously otherwise you'd end up in the loony bin.

When I woke up Sunday morning at the Open and stepped outside and felt the wind and rain in my face I knew I had an excellent chance to win if I just took my time and trusted myself.

I myself spent nine years in an insane asylum and I never had the obsession of suicide but I know that each conversation with a psychiatrist every morning at the time of his visit made me want to hang myself realizing that I would not be able to cut his throat.