I’m a perfectionist, so I can drive myself mad – and other people, too. At the same time, I think that’s one of the reasons I’m successful. Because I really care about what I do.

I look like a duck. It’s the way my mouth curls up, or my nose tilts up. I should have played Howard the Duck.

Even though I don’t feel I need approval, it’s still important to me to give a good performance. I’m hard on myself.

I used to smoke two packs a day and I just hate being a nonsmoker… but I will never consider myself a nonsmoker because I always find smokers the most interesting people at the table.

Like all parents, my husband and I just do the best we can, hold our breath and hope we’ve set aside enough money for our kid’s therapy.

I feel less pressure to dress youthfully. I’m 50 and everyone knows I’m 50 – who are you kidding? Jeans are my uniform. I have about 15 pairs.

I’m a perfectionist, so I can drive myself mad – and other people, too. At the same time, I think that’s one of the reasons I’m successful. Because I really care about what I do.

I have days when I just feel I look like a dog.

For me, getting comfortable with being famous was hard – that whole side of it, the loss of anonymity, the loss of privacy. Giving up that part of your life and not having control of it.

Just standing around looking beautiful is so boring.

Somewhere along the line I made the switch and was able to look at the bight side rather than the dark side all the time. Now I look at everything I have and think how lucky I am.