“I’m often moved by the circumstances around some of my characters, but I don’t think I’ve actually cried watching myself.”

I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

It doesn’t make any sense that’s why I trust it!

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don’t mind being completely insane.

You know why I fear people’s judgment? Because I know they’re judging. I know they are.

As a woman, especially when you have children, one gets so good at soldiering on – almost too good.

You’re supposed to be the leading lady in your own life, for Gods sake!

A lot of the girls were awful, very catty. It was a competitive environment that I didn’t like. You have no idea of the anorexia I saw around me.

I wouldn’t be a part of anything that had acts of violence toward children. I don’t think I would do a horror film, either. That just doesn’t sit well on my soul.

There’s not an awful lot that embarrasses me. I’m the kind of actress that absolutely believes in exposing myself.

Ultimately, you just have one life. You never know unless you try. And you never get anywhere unless you ask.

Many roads to take some to joy some to heart ache

Life is short, and it is here to be lived.

I do think it’s important for young women to know that magazine covers are retouched. People don’t really look like that.

I look like people that walk down the street. I don’t have perfect boobs, I don’t have zero cellulite – of course I don’t – and I’m curvy. If that is something that makes women feel empowered in any way, that’s great.

I don’t have parts of my body that I hate or would like to trade for somebody else’s or wish I could surgically adjust into some fantasy version of what they are.