It's beautiful, isn't it? Isn't she great?

We were very rich culturally. One Sunday each month, we would do this thing called Chamber Pots at somebody's house. A classical music group would come over and we'd have dinner. There were thirty people - parents and kids - and we'd sit on the floor and listen to this beautiful music.

You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave.”

“What’s it like?”

He paused. “It’s...beautiful, really.”

“Tell me.”

And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.

I would never describe Charlotte as a prude - maybe at the start, but that was in comparison to the other girls. She wasn't willing to do the stuff they were doing - and I mean, thank goodness!

Sometimes it would be nice to just have some red wine with dinner, but it's not worth the risk. I have a great life, a great situation. Why would I want to risk self-destructive behaviour?

Sometimes, when you're acting, you are so in the moment that you don't even remember what just happened. The director says, 'Cut!' and you look around, and everyone is looking at you saying, 'Wow. That was really great!' And you just have this blank look on your face, because you don't remember a thing.