Bringing up my three sons.

Persevering with a career that was predicted to last six months and still being here four decades later.

Retaining my sense of self in an insecure job.

It’s still a work in progress, but I would have to say, organising the world. With all the KonMari consultants around the world, and those that read my books or watched the Netflix shows, we are definitely making a difference.

Dr Denis Mukwege, because he is to sexualised violence against females what Mandela was to apartheid.

I would love to have a good memory. I’m at an age when remembering something right away is as good as an orgasm.

Seeing the future die, from Bobby Kennedy to dear friends.

I’ve had cancer three times, but never felt close to death except when I walked between parked cars on my street and a car sped past my nose.

Feeling you want someone else’s welfare as much and sometimes more than your own.

Since hostile people still call me a former Playboy Bunny, even at 82, I probably shouldn’t have done that in my youth, even to write an exposé. And since a couple of times they’ve also referred to me as a former CIA agent, because I went to two Soviet-era communist youth festivals, I probably shouldn’t have done that, either. Yet if I hadn’t done both, I might have judged other people by such empty symbols, too.