I've learnt to accept what has happened to my voice, I suppose, but I do wish it didn't sound quite so rough.

I never like photos of myself in the beginning. I live with them for three months, put them in a drawer, take them out and look again. I hate the way I look, but of course it's really not that bad.

Well, I really didn't enjoy some of the movies I did when I was young.

I'm glad to say my father never felt ashamed of me, but my mother probably did.

I never saw myself as beautiful. I can look back and see it now, but then? Never.

I've done everything I want to do and gone everywhere I want to go.

I've got a lot of little compulsive problems, and I've thought about it a lot. And one of the things I ask myself is, 'What are the things I can do that won't hurt me and will help me?' The first answer is work.