I don't think I'd live in London unless you paid me. Nine figures would be nice.

I trained as an artist originally, so I know what a nice human body looks like, and I would like to look like that notion, and of course I never will. But I've got past that.

I was big and fat and had weird parents.

My vanity is not remotely physical, it is cerebral. I suppose feeling self-conscious might be a form of vanity, though.

It's not that I'm sick of the theater, don't get me wrong. I'm just tired of the commitment.

It's been the most astonishing year because I've been having a marvelous adventure, and yet I kind of sympathize with people who have to live in exile, because I've so missed England.

I don't like the way I look so I don't like being photographed. I become defensive.