To be supportive of myself, I have to go with what I want to do. I started acting and I was so mesmerized.

I'm like a boomerang, I always come back.

I never knew modelling was what I wanted to do. I was just meandering through life having fun, having a laugh with my friends.

I'd like a relationship that was like two tree trunks side by side, strong but independent.

When I first started modelling, as I was walking down the catwalk I just thought, 'Please don't fall over, please don't fall over, please don't fall over!'

Modelling is only about the look. In acting, it's the feel that matters.

I've always got on with lads, more than I have with girls.

I want to play positive role models - women who mean something to other women.

I think modelling was like the university of life, really. You get to travel but you get thrown into this adult world, which is kind of quite scary.

I don't really see myself as a big supermodel.

If you have a connection to someone, it doesn't matter what their exterior is.

I care not what others think of what I do but I care very much about what I think of what I do. That is character!

A taste for truth at any cost is a passion which spares nothing.

First of all, I try to be a positive role model.

I would say our social relationships are relatively shallow. We are actually afraid to be intimate, with people - many people even with their wives and husbands.

The only way a show works is you find people who you think are qualified and talented and you give them a chance to do what they do.

If you refuse to be happy until you have no problems or challenges, you will probably never be happy!

No person or thing hurting you is worth you hurting yourself

Severally on the occasion of everything that thou doest, pause and ask thyself, if death is a dreadful thing because it deprives thee of this.

When you have twin four-year-olds, you are able to dance like a fool, often. And I do.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.