My skin still crawls if you call me a movie star. I get embarrassed. I think, don't be ridiculous. Maybe it's because I'm British. To me, Julia Roberts, that's a movie star. But when people do call me one, that, I think, is an enormous compliment but, my God, is that a responsibility!

I am enjoying my face changing, as well as realizing that at the same time, as you get older, the machine isn't as well-oiled as it was.

I finally moved out of my parent's house. It was only fair to let my sister have her own room.

She has a choice. She can either accept a life of misery or she can struggle against it. And she chooses to struggle...she fails in the end but there's something beautiful and even heroic in her rebellion.

There's something really empowering about going, 'Hell, I can do this! I can do this all!' That's the wonderful thing about mothers, you can because you must, and you just DO.

At some stage I'm going to have to say, 'Right, that's it. I'm stopping for a bit'.

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.