Of course I dream to have this perfect man who does not want to change me. And I'm so not marriage material, it's terrible. But my dream is to have those Sunday mornings, where you're eating breakfast and reading newspapers with somebody.

I'm not perfect. I am not Iron Man.

It was a dream of perfect bliss, / Too beautiful to last.

It's a dream. It's fantastic. We have had a perfect season.

There are good artists that have children. Of course there are. They are called men.

All the aggressive actions I do to myself I would never dream of doing in my own life - I am not this kind of person. I cry if I cut myself peeling potatoes. I am taking the plane, there is turbulence, I am shaking. In performance, I become, somehow, like not a mortal.