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

I’m all alone. There has been no man in my life for several months now and although it would be nice to have a boyfriend.

I suppose I have stopped modeling officially. I’ve not done any for a good long while now.

I dont have that many friends.

A lot of stuff written about me is rubbish. I don’t know where they get it from, sometimes.

I suppose each project is a new thing, so there’s all this excitement and nerves about this new thing.

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

I get on with all my exes, so there’s nothing I need to forget about. I don’t know – life is shorter than it seems.

I don’t know what to expect for the next thing. There are always different people. It’s interesting.

I felt like it was really about people and how decisions and circumstances can change relationships.

Every single thing is like a new thing, so it’s never what I expect.

I can’t just settle for anybody. The fact is I’m choosy, but mainly about a man’s character. He has to be interesting, funny and clever. I don’t even mind if he’s not very good-looking.

I’ve always been really private about my personal life. I don’t talk about it.

I was like: “I’m actually doing this.” And now I feel more confident going into something.

I love ‘Breathless,’ and ‘Paris, Texas,’ and ‘Badlands.’

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

I don’t think a name defines the core of who you are.

Believe in miracles but don’t depend on them.

I’m an independent woman and a feminist.

Charity is injurious unless it helps the recipient to become independent of it.

Dear self, Even on your worst days, you are okay.

A gardener who cultivates his own garden with his own hands, unites in his own person the three different characters, of landlord, farmer, and labourer. His produce, therefore, should pay him the rent of the first, the profit of the second, and the wages of the third.

To be an individual is the hardest thing in the world, because nobody likes you to be an individual. Everybody wants to kill your individuality and to make a sheep out of you. Nobody wants you to be on your own.

Fear is in almost all cases a wretched instrument of government, and ought in particular never to be employed against any order of men who have the smallest pretensions to independency.

I am more interested in the woman I aspire to be, as opposed to the things I desire to have. By the time I am her, I’ll already have everything she could possibly want and need.