I would hate now to be married. It does occur to me on occasion that, if I fall and hit my head, there will be no one to make the phone call. But who wants to think about that disaster, I'd prefer not to.

I’m not ashamed of what I am - of how I pass through this life. What I am has given me the strength to do it. At my lowest ebb I have never contemplated suicide. I value what is here too much. I have a contribution to make. I am not just take up space in this life. I can add something to the lives I touch. I don’t like everything I know about myself, and I’ll never be satisfied, but nobody’s perfect. I’m not sure where the next years will take me - what they will hold - but I’m open to suggestions.

I don't sit around thinking that I'd like to have another husband; only another man would make me think that way.

A woman isn't complete without a man. But where do you find a man - a real man - these days?

The industry is s**t, it's the medium that's great.

A man's illness is his private territory and, no matter how much he loves you and how close you are, you stay an outsider. You are healthy.

I've still not gotten my choice of the best roles in the world.