I hate being called spoilt. My life is ordinary.

I want to be a good wife, a good mother, a good person.

A lot of paparazzi wanted to be real photographers but they failed, and they did that instead, and it's not right; it's stalking.

You know what I'm intrigued by? Like, space and wormholes and Stephen Hawking's theories and Richard Dawkins's theories. That's what I care about.

Broadsheets can be scathing. But I have respect for broadsheet journalists because they haven't succumbed to degrading themselves, to writing pidgin English with all these terrible colloquialisms, the phrasing of which is just, like, embarrassing.

There's a pleasure in being reminded of the value of ordinary life.