I'm so glad this is the last day of these thing, I get so tired of listening to my own voice.

The great thing about having spent all this time on film sets is that I've been able to watch directors and how they work. I now know that this is what I want to do as well: to tell stories visually. But it's definitely my vision that I want to put across, nobody else's.

I happen to have worked with male directors who don't understand women at all. Not at all. I'm flabbergasted by their ignorance.

I have so many themes I want to explore, so many questions I'd like to raise and develop, and hopefully, I'll get to do just that.

The events with Henry III happened, obviously the way it happened, liberties were taken.

Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.

It's funny, I listen to friends who talk about back when they were 14, eight, 16, whatever, as if it was yesterday. Me, I've no idea what I did. It's all a blur, I'm afraid.