I was obliged to stand there, holding the leash of this creature for their welcoming publicity shots, implying that this was some kind of image the decided to have of me.

I have to fight to keep my image really me... I rejected some gorgeous publicity shots because they just didn't look like me.

I look upon it as a Point of Morality, to be obliged by those who endeavour to oblige me.

In the sequence where I am burned at the stake, everything was so casual and hazardous that the bottom of my dress caught fire, and the grips became hysterical as they tried to pull me off the stake.

We haven't decided on everything yet, but ... I just wanted a scene where I'm holding up my own head and cutting it off at the neck and there's just blood dripping down.

We decided to do something especially meaningful.