When I was in my 20s it did occur to me that there was something perverted about an attitude that thought that killing somebody was a minor offence compared to kissing somebody.
I grew up in an age where women's tennis did not have similar prizes to men, and they played in complete obscurity, really, compared to the men's game.
I wanted to be a forest ranger or a coal man. At a very early age, I knew I didn't want to do what my dad did, which was work in an office.
As Buddy Rich, for instance, broke into the business at the age of three, I think it was, on drums, so indeed did I break into the business at the age of four as a singer.
I did not enjoy Cambridge. But I shouldn't blame Cambridge alone. I wasn't ready for university or for the wrench of leaving home. It was a big cultural shock.
I did not have a father. It was my mom who chose to be alone. She felt that she would be better off by herself with me after I was born.
Christopher Reeve did such an amazing job that to give him some kind of accent or more bravado would have been wrong. Audiences wouldn't have responded to that either.
It is amazing that something I did 23 years ago still has an audience that people respond to and I am touched and surprised that people are still very positive about.
'Chasing Amy' was an amazing role, but then after that, I went and did 'Big Daddy' and you're the girlfriend or you're the best friend. I wasn't getting the Nicole Kidman roles.
I would be pleased if someone would invent a pill to remove my impatience, moodiness, and occasional bursts of anger. But if they did, I wouldn't be able to write my novels or paint.
When it came to my art, I went my own way and did not follow the trends.
My parents were always supportive of me in terms of expressing myself artistically. Art, musical instruments, singing - whatever I did, they were just really supportive.
It was very hard breaking into the film industry in Britain. I had been to art school, and I was painting and doing commercials. And I did some of the very first rock videos.
I did that Dior Couture 60th anniversary show in July. It took so long to get ready, I think I would have rather been watching.
But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him; the horror was that he might also be wrong.
If I spent as much time as I did money, I’d be dead tomorrow.
So how did you do it? What makes the cold-hearted princeling mortal like the rest of us?
I confessed I did not have an opinion; I was only thirteen, and this was my very first dismemberment.
The nights did not come gently but seemed to slam down angrily upon the Earth.
...WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY ...that counts? ...that carries meaning? ...that made the day worthwhile? ...what will you do tomorrow?
Men did not like women to weep. It reminded them of their own failings.
