You'll never see me in the front row of a fashion show. I'm uninterested in it; I find it trivial and banal and boring.

I had the best time I ever had on a Jim Cameron movie - True Lies, 1994. It was the single most freeing experience as an actor I've ever had. And, of course, in the midst of it there was this humungous circus that he conceived.

I don't have great thighs. I have very big breasts and a soft, fatty little tummy. And I've got back fat. People assume that I'm walking around in little spaghetti-strap dresses. It's insidious - Glam Jamie, the Perfect Jamie, the great figure, blah, blah, blah. And I don't want the unsuspecting 40-year-old women of the world to think that I've got it going on. It's such a fraud. And I'm the one perpetuating it.

I have very short hair. It's the only cute haircut I think I've ever had.

I'm uninterested in superheroes. I am only interested in real stories, real people, real connection.

Actually, the books were never a planned career path.

Being an actor, you are recognized for being somebody else, whereas these books are distilled from me.