I've chosen not to talk about my really private life to the press - I've never invited a huge amount of attention.

I don't want to be famous. I like to be able to sit in a cafe and watch the world go by and observe people.

If you were to do a line-up of past suitors, it's definitely a very eclectic group, is all I'll say.

I couldn't care less about walking down the red carpet in a pair of heels and a posh frock. I'd rather be in my pyjamas at home.

I'm half-Welsh, half-Russian. My maternal grandmother is Russian. I've very much a mongrel, which is good in a way because it makes me quite a blank canvas.

The culture of celebrity has become insane. It's all based on fantasy, and I find it creepy and disturbing.

I don't want to be known for anything other than the fact that I play characters in movies.

I'm very grateful that I have one of those faces that seems to blend back into the crowd. A lot of people pay lip service to wanting a normal life, but it's actually very important to me.

I'm really a strong advocate of ageing because the messages that the media and advertising give to women infuriate me: ie that it's a bad thing to get old.

I would love to do a really cool romantic comedy, perhaps with Hugh Grant. I think he is brilliant. That's the kind of film I love to go to see. I love 'girls' films.

I've spent a lot of time in L.A. and I love it. A lot of Brits can't stand the place, but I like the West Coast attitude and the way people celebrate success.

Adverbs is a book about love, and I thought that was pretty cheerful, but people who are reading it now are telling me that it's actually quite dark.

Fifty-one percent of a nation can establish a totalitarian regime, suppress minorities and still remain democratic.

I think Vladimir Putin will give up power.

I don't know how to do anything else other than be an actor. If I wasn't in this, I would be in alternative energy and conservation.

Dada cannot live in New York. All New York is dada, and will not tolerate a rival.

A woman says what is on her heart while a man says what is on his mind.

Never knew a man not to be improved by a dog.

Brains can argue, but it takes heart to comfort.

In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.

Buck Rogers, I believe, is an illegitimate child of Galactica. I only hope Galactica won't turn in its grave.