Both my parents were doctors, and my mother had her surgery in the house. There were six children.

I had a place in England and was commuting from England to Australia, which is pretty stupid, but after two years I sort of knew what I wanted to do, more or less.

You never came home for lunch: you just stayed doing, playing, having fun, surfing, running round.

I was often very, incredibly naughty, and if I didn't come home at tea time I used to be sent to bed without any dinner. But people used to bring me things: I was better fed in bed.

I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics, and I was never very good at algebra. I loved science, but I wasn't sure of it.

I learnt the theory of movement, which I still teach sometimes. I was very, very ambitious to learn a skill.

When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.

If there was a distraction I'd get up and jump out the window. I was quite out of hand. In schools like that I don't think they expect that girls are going to behave in such an outrageous fashion.

I got through my teen years by being a bit of a clown.

Wherever the wings of love take me, that is my flare path and my way.

Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.

I don't know and probably never will know enough about the true nature of the universe to tell anyone else what to believe, and I've come to distrust the words of those who have presumed to do so.

Just knowing that there is no gate to pass through doesn’t mean that we are at the end of the search, not if we are still standing outside that gateless gate.

Life is as simple as these three questions: What do I want? Why do I want it? And, how will I achieve it?

Could a love of that magnitude die? If it was true love, could it ever die? Was there such a thing as true love?

Technology proposes itself as the architect of our intimacies.

Fat people are brilliant in bed. If I'm sitting on top of you, who's going to argue?

If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.

It is better to be on hand with ten men than absent with ten thousand.

As for the concept of collective guilt, I personally think that it is totally unjustified to hold one person responsible for the behavior of another person or a collective of persons.