I am a divorced child, of divided, uncertain background. Within this division I - supposed fruit of their love - no longer exist. It happened nearly forty years ago, yet to me nothing is sadder than my parents' divorce.

No one has taken my heart in their hand. I haven't given it... I have lent myself, rented myself out, but never given myself.

You're much better off as a love goddess to die around the age of 40.

Self confidence for me is a fragile fleece.

I like this other world, this forgetting of myself. The actor works in order to escape, not to find himself. You become an actor by leaving yourself, and then you have to keep acting. How tragic!

I learned so much from other actors and they definitely didn't treat me like some sex bomb or bimbo. I felt fully accepted in the regular movie world. I didn't feel categorised.

My mother was Protestant, and in her mind life was more about work and obligations and responsibilities.