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.

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

We are all unique, which makes us beautiful; so never despair, and just chill the hell out about it all.

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

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.

Live in hope. Because things do happen. Things do change. Worry really is futile. Don't fear the future. Dreams do come true.

There are some wonderful aspects to Christmas. It's magical. And each year, from at least November, well, September, well, if I'm honest, May, I look forward to it hugely.

I have written the only diet book that I believe needs to exist, and here it is: CHAPTER ONE: Eat a bit less. CHAPTER TWO: Move about a bit more. THE END.

Also, in your 20s, if you are beautiful, everything comes to you, so you never need to develop a personality. I never had that problem.

We all have our worries about our bodies and our looks. We just need to make the best of our lovely, wonky selves. The key is never to compare and try to be something you're not.

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

I do not snivel that snivel the world over, That months are vacuums and the ground but wallow and filth, That life is a suck and a sell, and nothing remains at the end but threadbare crape and tears.

The pleasure isn't in doing the thing

I would have chosen any other than this for my prison. A rhinoceros is as ugly as a human being, and it too is going to die, but at least it never thinks that it is beautiful.

Lately I did a film called All I Want for Christmas and it was well received. This gave me a new point of view and a new respect for my work as an actress.

For the price of intelligence as we now know it is chronic anxiety, anxiety which appears to increase—oddly enough—to the very degree that human life is subjected to intelligent organization.

We're all living in different states and we all have different systems within those states. Even on the most basic personal level, it affects me.

Dead men tell no tales, Mary.

Oppressed people, whatever their level of formal education, have the ability to understand and interpret the world around them, to see the world for what it is, and move to transform it.

Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.

I know that truly nothing is for sure.