I'd like to play a horse, many people think I already have. Either end of the horse would be fine.

Other than my memory being a bit woolly and my knees being a bit creaky, I don't really think there's anything I can't do.

I don't know why I feel so crazy...I feel like I'm going through a stargate. Maybe it's the diet pills. Maybe it's Buddha.

I think of myself now as a writer, although I wouldn't go as far as to say 'novelist' because that sounds like a Victorian person.

I know what it's like to struggle for cash. When I went to drama school, I worked as a chambermaid to make ends meet.

It was my father who taught me to value myself.

What was I thinking? Fact is I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel.