I come from grunge, and then Brit-pop, scenes where you boast about how little you spent on an outfit. ... Now, it seems you must find The Dress, then The Dress needs to have The Belt, and a complementary but not overly-matching bag must be found which works with not only the correct hosiery, but with something to throw over yourself if you become chilly.

You just wanted to be normal. It wasn't even being beautiful. I just wanted to be smooth and thin and have, and you know, have beautiful glossy hair and lovely clothes and be able to walk in heels. And I thought that once I did all of that stuff that my life would begin.

Why on earth have I, because I'm a woman, got to be nice to everyone?

I hate that tabloid idea of anybody who is famous having to forfeit their privacy.

As a former ballerina, I can't put down Maggie Shipstead's new book, Astonish Me.

All art is someone trying to tell you something.

You can always tell when a woman is with the wrong man, because she has so much to say about the fact that nothing's happening.