Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.

When the Hollywood thing happened, I thought at some point I'd get to the front of the queue: 'Yes, hello, I'd like to play that role.' But you don't. You just join a different queue.

My parents have always been cool. They even became surrogates to friends of mine who didn't have such supportive parents.

The best Christmas present I got from my husband was a week to do whatever I wanted.

My parents' long and happy marriage was a great ideal to live up to, but a tough one.

There's this absurd situation on a movie set where your trailer's here and the set is here and the lunch tent is here, and you're not allowed to get yourself from these three places.

I wanted to play a TV detective because it's a rite of passage; I wanted to experience every area of acting. I haven't done comedy or as much Shakespeare as I had intended.

I have many debates now with friends on the changes, and the continuing confusion over bringing up your children, instilling values, letting them make the right choices.

I couldn't get any of the ingenue roles when younger because at 5 feet 9 inches with a deep voice I was always too... genue. My career has completely happened since I was 29.

I thought "I've coped with some crazy situations, and I can do this." But working with Roman Polanski is so different from the fashionable and accepted way of directing now.

My husband Rhashan reminds me of my father because he's got great strength of character.

Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of the night.

Those religions that are oppressive to women are also against democracy, human rights, and freedom of expression.

I think being different, going against the grain of society is the greatest thing in the world.

I have a writer’s concentration: intense, but flickering.

Eulogy is nice, but one does not learn anything from it.

All art deals with the absurd and aims at the simple. Good art speaks truth, indeed is truth, perhaps the only truth.

We all laced together—a brothel madam, an English professor, a mute cook, a quadroon cabbie, and me, the girl carrying a bucket of lies and throwing them like confetti.

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.

I'm a great jazz fan.

There are no rewards or punishments - only consequences.