God, my brain really goes to mush when I'm pregnant.

I don't believe in sort of holding back, you know, life isn't a dress rehearsal!

Having just had a baby, I'm not going to be thinking about my arse.

I believe it is important to go on insisting that normality is not what we are exposed to. Honestly, among my acquaintances there is no woman wearing XS. No, sorry, there is one: my daughter. The point is that Mia is 11 years old. It's true that you need much time to get rid of the fat girl you once were, but you know I am sincerely grateful for my buttocks.

I feel like I'm playing more of a role walking down the red carpet than when I'm playing an ordinary woman covered in sweat.

I'd rather do theater and British films than move to L.A. in hopes of getting small roles in American films.

I've decided I am going to start loving my backside because I don't know anyone who does that. And for my daughter, I want to be able to say to her, 'I love this.'