How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.

When I was 14 and living in London, I'd go around Hampton Court Palace with its marvelous atmosphere, through the gateway where Ann Boleyn walked, the haunted gallery down which Katherine Howard ran. It all set me going. It all started from there.

I consider myself extremely lucky to have been born and raised in London, and to have had on my doorstep this most fascinating of cities with so many relics of 2000 years of history still to be found in its streets. One of my greatest pleasures was, and still is, exploring London.

How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.

Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.

But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is.

It's not how many years you've lived, it's how they've left you.