I hope to start enjoying flirting again when I'm 70, like my mother did.

I don't treasure things much - just people. And pets.

Every time we moved on, I joined a different class in a different school with different girls until, aged 13, my father had taken the decision to pull me out of school altogether. Everything I needed, he reasoned, could be found within the rich language of Shakespeare's plays at which, by then, I was something of an old hand.

I can be very difficult if people are not professional, or lazy - or the opposite, which is take themselves too seriously.

The girl-next-door image is a sort of joke; for years, I couldnt get any roles other than as somebody dark.

I don't think, until you've actually lost somebody you really love, that you can go through that door that allows you to be grown-up.

My parents were very volatile but very loving. My father would get jealous if my mother looked at somebody. I used to be insanely jealous. It comes out of insecurity. It can come and go, but you get to the point in life where you don't have this raging jealousy and protectiveness about your world.