I always keep myself busy. I'm writing. Or I'm creating something. Or I'm doing stuff with the kids. I'm up incredibly early in the morning; I go to bed incredibly late at night.

I play Nitin Sawhney's 'Letting Go' repeatedly, nonstop. I find it transformative. I'm so glad iPods were invented so I didn't have to drive everyone around me mad with the repetition.

In terms of 'Solaris,' I didn't really think about the religious aspect an awful lot. There's one scene at a dinner party, and it's discussed, but it wasn't an overwhelming theme for me.

I have a massive divide between being a competent human being and being completely hopeless, when it comes to logic.

Scribbling things down is my therapy. I filter later.

I think it's incumbent on actresses to bring something else to the part which isn't in the script.

My stepfather introduced me to The London Library when I was about 18; the clientele has definitely changed since then, but it is still a wonderful oasis in the middle of London.

I feel awful for women who are trying to raise kids on their own, with zero income and no fathers present - that's single motherhood.

Death is final. No it is not just final, it's worse than that, it's diminishing: the dead continue to decrease, to occupy less space.

I happen to find motherhood a very natural state, but I know a lot of other people don't.

Tell me I'm clever, Tell me I'm kind, Tell me I'm talented, Tell me I'm cute, Tell me I'm sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me I'm perfect - But tell me the truth.

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.

Hackers are breaking the systems for profit. Before, it was about intellectual curiosity and pursuit of knowledge and thrill, and now hacking is big business.

English majors understand human nature better than economists do.

Just look at the statistics: Each university has tens of thousands of applications for students who want to be in art school, but they can only accept a few hundred.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

I screwed up. Again. You're shocked, I'm sure.

Tough like a Ukulele.

It's a book that makes me laugh and think - it would be very hard to like someone who didn't enjoy Candide!