The happiest days of my youth were when my brother and I would run through the woods and feel quite safe.

I don't like travelling. Which is ridiculous. And it's not because I'm afraid of dying on the plane or anything. I just like to stay at home.

I didn't think the teachers had the right to tell me what to do. I would just disobey, talk in the classroom, get very bad grades.

I'm not confident around compliments or being celebrated, and I'm not comfortable with the thought of envy, which some people thrive on.

At the end of the day, flirting is a pretty universal language. Americans are more direct. British people are more indirect about everything

I like acting too much and it's too, I'm just too busy doing that and I'm too hungry for it, to get behind the camera. I mean, unless I could act in it, too. I don't think I've got the right brain. I'm too disorganized.

I wasn't a person who was longing forever to have a baby; the desire came up suddenly.