It seems to me that the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically .

I think a lot of my work has been a weird attempt to liberate myself, but it's not altogether successful.

I am not too keen on my nose, I don't like my knees, I hate my ankles, I am unsure about my behind, I don't like my legs at all. I am not too sure about my chin, my forehead is a bit dodgy. But, overall, I can live with it.

When I was making films [early in my career] there were very, very few female directors, and there were certainly no women on set, which made taking one's clothes off all the more difficult.

I knew I wanted to engage in the world of the imagination, but it was not economically feasible for me to study acting, so I went to a teachers' training college.

Where you grew up becomes a big part of who you are for the rest of your life. You can't run away from that. Well, sometimes the running away from it is what makes you who you are.

I resent having witnessed the survival of some very mediocre male actors and the professional demise of the very brilliant female ones.