It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits.

I do think everything that happens in American pop culture sort of prescribes for England and does end up happening there six months later, maybe a year.

This boy has negative charisma. He walks into a room and the oxygen starts to evaporate. I guess that's why girls sleep with him. They find his awfulness transfixing. He's like a lousy 1970's disaster movie that they can't bring themselves to turn off, even though it is making their life worse every minute they leave it on.

If you don't know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.

Jeff Bridges says that the reason he's one of the few stars in Hollywood whose made his marriage last for decades is that every time they think there's no more doors left to walk through in the room, they just keep looking and keep looking until they find one.

I would say at the moment the only person who could have played me this past year would have to be Angelina Jolie.

Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do.