I have so many themes I want to explore, so many questions I'd like to raise and develop, and hopefully, I'll get to do just that.

I lead a very boring life.

Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.

I listen to Radio 4 and put the iPod on shuffle. I like the randomness of, say, the Stones, then something from Nina Simone, Nick Drake or Bob Dylan.

It's funny, I listen to friends who talk about back when they were 14, eight, 16, whatever, as if it was yesterday. Me, I've no idea what I did. It's all a blur, I'm afraid.

I'm so glad this is the last day of these thing, I get so tired of listening to my own voice.

Actors are accustomed to doing exactly what the director or writer requests us to do, and rarely get involved in that part of the process.

Britain is producing some of the worst films in the world. Our film industry is desperate to be part of America, and we just churn out flaccid imitations of bad films over there.

Occasionally I go shopping for clothes, but I find the whole thing a real chore.

Left to my own devices I'd get up at midday every day of my life.

I happen to have worked with male directors who don't understand women at all. Not at all. I'm flabbergasted by their ignorance.

The capacity to blunder slightly is the real marvel of DNA. Without this special attribute, we would still be anaerobic bacteria and there would be no music.

A busy fool is fitter to be shut up than a downright madman.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

Joe Calzaghe is next. If he gets himself out that armchair, gets himself back in the gym, let's have a fight for the British fans and the rest of the world.

It's love, not the Battle of Thermopylae. You don't have to treat everything like it's a last stand.

My responsibility in the past, when I was sleeping outside every night, was just to survive. My responsibility now is to stay real, stay grounded, and just tell the truth.

I thought people cared about music in a deep way, so I was writing to that spirit in people and in myself. It was me, thinking I knew what was up. Youth, who else can change the world?

In the night, I wish to speak with the angel to find out if she recognizes my eyes, if she will ask me: do you see Eden? And I’ll reply: Eden burns.

Here in the United States, we've seen the failure of mass programs of redistribution and the fiscal crises to which they give rise. And yet many continue to defend and promote them.

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.