The parenting bit is much harder than the acting bit. You just never know what to do.

Who wants to be normal when you can be unique?

His mouth is a no-go area. It's like kissing the Berlin Wall.

I remember I did think, 'Wouldn't it be nice if Mr Right moved in next door?'

It feels like a rash. It suddenly seems like I've got a contagion of diseases, I mean awards. But it's nice, it's a nice feeling. It's so weird, because I'm only 46. A lifetime Achievement award... it feels like 'I'm not over yet'. I hope they're not trying to say it's time to stop. I'm only just getting the gist of it.

Journalists are always calling my features Edwardian or Victorian, whatever that means. I am small, and people were smaller in those times. I'm pale and sickly-looking. I look fragile-like a doll. But sometimes I just wish I had less of a particular look, one that was more versatile.

Multitasking? I can't even do two things at once. I can't even do one thing at once.