I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it.

My mother felt it was time that I had some parental control, so I went off to America and went to New York.

Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.

Wherever the wings of love take me, that is my flare path and my way.

Very quickly, without really looking back or trying, I was just suddenly lifted into another sphere.

I had a quick ear and could pick up languages.

When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.