The US election showed me that I had trapped myself in wishful thinking.

I can’t remember when I read, or was told, that he considered it a good thing to spend a short time every day thinking about death, thus getting used to its inevitability and coming to understand that something inevitable is natural and can’t be too bad, but it was in my early teens, and it struck me as a sensible idea. Of course I didn’t set out to think about death in a regular way every day, but I did think about it quite often, and sure enough, it worked. Why coming to see death’s naturalness should have caused belief in an afterlife to melt away, I am unsure, but it did.

In the first few months of Nubank, I asked everybody to be here by 8:00 a.m. every day. I saw it as a test of people's commitment, and I was pretty rigid about it.

I am so obdurate I do not change my mind.

More sleep – my children do not sleep.

My new year resolution is actually to read all the classics and I’m ashamed that I haven’t read everything by the Brontë sisters.

After the 2012 Olympics I hosted the parade. I had on a little skirt and when the prime minister came on everyone cheered. I thought: “Oh my God, they love David Cameron,” but they were cheering because my skirt had blown up, and I’d flashed my knickers at him.

Getting to the end and thinking that I haven’t laughed enough.

Jealousy. It’s the thief of joy.

That you get out of life what you put in. When you grow up on a farm you literally reap what you sow.