For a long time a lot of people thought I'm British, because I'd done so many roles with English accents. People probably still think it. Or they don't think anything.

As far as my notoriety or whatever, I haven't been the star of a hit film.

Well, I've never been in a touring rock band, it was all just high school and college, playing toga parties in frat houses.

I love costumes. I love getting dressed up because it really helps my imagination make the leap to believe that I am who I say I am.

People are always going to identify with what it's like living in society and have people judge you in certain ways, and how you can be strong enough to be your own person and all those good things.

I guess Ive always wanted to push the boundaries as an actor.

When you speak in another accent, it affects you. You can't help but be changed by it.

Yeah, I’ve played a lot of instruments, and I played in a lot of bands growing up and I’ve even had to play music in a lot of films that I’ve done.

There are so many things that have to go right for a movie to be good that it's a miracle whenever one is.

The thing with being able to do accents is that it's still completely separate from being an actor.

It's great to play a rock star. Maybe not so great to be one.

Why let go of yesterday? Because yesterday has already let go of you.

Sharing is bliss

If I had known what it would be like to have it all I might have been willing to settle for less.

I will repeat history over and over. I'm one of those girls where I would just rather beat it into the ground than go through the rest of my life wondering how it would have worked out.

He of whom many are afraid ought himself to fear many.

And they did it with something that is basicly worthless in our society - pennies. But overseas, pennies can move mountains

I am a great admirer of Robert Vavra and love his beautiful photographs and books. He is a wonderful artist, a poet.

The gifts of genius are far greater than the givers themselves venture to suppose.

It took me a long time to get used to the reality that my grandmother had passed away. Wherever I was, in the house, in the garden, out on the fields, her face always appeared so clearly to me.

May those whose hell it is to hate and hurt be turned into lovers bringing flowers.