Success breeds success, and failure leads to a sort of fallow period.

The girl-next-door image is a sort of joke; for years, I couldn't get any roles other than as somebody dark.

Success breeds complacency. Complacency breeds failure. Only the paranoid survive.

Success breeds success.

It's nice not to have lines when you frown, especially on TV. I don't know why people make such a fuss about it. No one is interested if a woman has her teeth capped or her hair dyed.

I haven't done fillers or Botox for ages. There comes a point where you have to match bits of you with the other bits; otherwise, you get a terribly random situation.