If I didn't have children I might be more of a lush than I am. I like booze. I struggle with smoking. And I'm a big swearer. I'm trying to rein it in but I do think it's a nice seasoning of language.

If the script's good, everything you need is in there. I just try and feel it, and do it honestly.

I'm not a pin-up, thankfully. I'm not suggesting I feel unconfident. I am beautiful to my husband. I am beautiful to my friends. I feel sexy and all those things with the people I love.

I feel fortunate that I'm not a beauty. I'm not a classic beauty. I feel it is harder for girls who are like that. There are fewer parts.

Everything with me is pretty close to the surface, but having kids has completely ruined my emotional equilibrium.

The first time I did a school play was the first time I felt I was good at anything at all. I just loved it.

I always assumed I'd be a terribly patient mum but it turns out I'm not!

I love my job and I know I am very lucky but still, if you audition and you don't get it, it still affects you.

I don't like the bullying, do-one-over style of comedy. It's so cheap.

I always assumed I would leave drama school and do 'Lady Macbeth' and all sorts of serious things. It just didn't happen.

I had a lovely, feral, free childhood - out and then come back when you're hungry or it gets too dark. I feel slightly cruel that I'm not offering my children the same.

A conscious human is driven by their conscience, not popular opinion.

I like the idea of feeling small. Sometimes life can seem bigger than you, you know? But knowing you're less than a speck in the whole scheme of things takes the pressure off, sort of.

If you are going to ask me what I watch on TV, I would probably have to say the majority of it is stuff on SyFy or Discovery Channel or it's about ghost seekers.

If I make a mark in time, I can't say the mark is mine.

Just keep thinking about the good side of ADD - the creativity and the originality it can stimulate.

He learned to communicate with birds and discovered their conversation was fantastically boring. It was all to do with windspeed, wingspans, power-to-weight ratios and a fair bit about berries.

I simply try to put down colors which render my sensation

There are some good people in it, but the orchestra as a whole is equivalent to a gang bent on destruction.

Swollen in head, weak in legs, sharp in tongue but empty in belly.

Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.