I didn't know what to do with myself. I wasn't excited by the teaching of the school. If they'd been intent on really teaching you things, I would have been a little more attentive.

I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

You never came home for lunch: you just stayed doing, playing, having fun, surfing, running round.

I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.

I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it.

I learnt the theory of movement, which I still teach sometimes. I was very, very ambitious to learn a skill.

When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.

If there was a distraction I'd get up and jump out the window. I was quite out of hand. In schools like that I don't think they expect that girls are going to behave in such an outrageous fashion.

I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.

Wherever the wings of love take me, that is my flare path and my way.

Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.

The same way he treats animals and other vulnerable individuals is the same way he’ll relate to your feminine side.

For the people of God, the Word of God leaves pleasant bruises.

Pretend was a big part of my childhood.

I keep my feet on the ground, keep dedicated, keep focused, underestimate nobody and obviously you need the ability, talent and everything else that goes with it.

And suddenly you know: It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings.

It just kills me to see people lose someone they love, so I want to do as much as I can: give money to doctors and hospitals; get nurses in there that care; put a smile on a little kid's face.

All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives.

Seeking happiness in material things is a sure way of being unhappy.

One could imagine such technology outsmarting financial markets, out-inventing human researchers, out-manipulating human leaders, and developing weapons we cannot even understand.

Don't be afraid, you can do it.