I'm A Very Good Sleeper.

Very Early On, You Figure Out That You Put Your Self Esteem In The Hands Of Strangers. There's A Different Commodity. There's The Helena Bonham Carter That Everyone Thinks They Know, Who Really Has Nothing To Do With Me. But You Just Have To Let That Go.

I Think I've Still Got A Bit Of A Sado-masochistic Streak In Me, Because If I'm Not Going To Be Restricted By Corsets And Covered In Lace, Then I Still Wind Up Wearing An Ape-mask Over My Face. I Do Wonder How I Get Myself In These Situations!

I Had Never Had Any Experience Of Autism Before And I Would Come Home And Look At My Son, Billy, Who Is Now Two, And Be Absolutely Paranoid, Particularly Because He Loves Thomas The Tank Engine, And Lots Of Autys Love Thomas. But He Is Not Very Good At Pointing, And Autistic Children Absolutely Love Pointing.

What I Loved About Playing The Corpse Is That Obviously Somebody Else Got To Do The Physical Part. It Appeals To The Part Of Me That Likes Playing Character Parts And Getting The Chance To Get Away From My Own Physicality.

I Just Want To Give You This One Piece Of Advice: If You're Standing And You Could Be Sitting, Sit. If You're Sitting And You Could Be Lying Down, Lie Down.