Attention embarrasses me. I don't like to be on display.

Just be truthful - and if you can fake that, you've got it made.

It's perhaps not the future I would choose. I still think it's possible to make a success of both marriage and career even though I didn't. But it's not a bad future. And I'm not afraid of it.

I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.

Put me in the last fifteen minutes of a picture and I don't care what happened before. I don't even care if I was IN the rest of the damned thing - I'll take it in those fifteen minutes.

Career is too pompous a word. It was a job, and I have always felt privileged to be paid for doing what I love doing.

My only problem is finding a way to play my fortieth fallen female in a different way from my thirty-ninth.