The Christmas tree goes up on December 1. I love it.
If somebody crosses me, or if I love them, then it's pretty unequivocal; there's not much grey.
The movies are something that I've been obsessed with, and I've subscribed to movie magazines all my life, since I was a child.
Smell is the shortest synaptic leap in the brain to our memory, and I'm amazed that people don't sniff everything.
I was brought up to appreciate the here and now, and, knowing this is your only life, to view death as an inevitable and reassuring end.
My father died prematurely at the age of 52 when I was 24, and it is a recurring regret that he never lived to see me succeed beyond university and drama.