After my mother's death I had such difficulty relating to people.

For a culture that has such a problem with death we seem to deal with it in a quite bizarre way. We see people shot killed and blown up and we find it funny and sexy and all those things. But the reality of it is that every day people die and people are really sad and they grieve and they go through a really difficult process with it.

We are weak writing is difficult but for my own sake I do not regret this journey which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships help one another and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past.

I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.

Deep down no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays tucked away hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time death is suddenly there unintelligibly.

I was brought up by very witty people who were dealing with quite difficult things: disease and death... I was brought up by people who tended to giggle at funerals.

My father's death my move and my frightening and difficult delivery created a tremendous amount of stress pain and sadness for me. I was practically devastated beyond recovery.

It is difficult to accept death in this society because it is unfamiliar. In spite of the fact that it happens all the time we never see it.

But when I lose my temper I find it difficult to forgive myself. I feel I've failed. I can be calm in a crisis in the face of death or things that hurt badly. I don't get hysterical which may be masochistic of me.

Dating is really hard because everyone puts on a front. It's really difficult to see who is who so it is important to be yourself.