I think it's sad when people stop dreaming, or start losing hope. Because holding onto the bonkers dream might just turn out to be the most marvellous thing you ever did.

I own nothing of value at all. I spend money on experiences.

Manicures: Which are basically just holding hands with a stranger for forty-five minutes whilst listening to Enya.

I started watching some 'Doctor Who' recently on my own and got too scared. I had to watch it in the daytime - I'm pathetic.

I have a fantastic method for anti-ageing. It's eating. Plumps out your skin beautifully.

Look in the mirror and say, 'There is none other like you and for that reason alone you are beautiful.

Everyone - particularly my female friends I speak to - all say 'I wouldn't be in my twenties again if I was paid.' It's a difficult time.