If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.
Eventually, I manage to cheer Mum up by allowing her to go through my wardrobe and criticize all my clothes.
Oh, God, I'm so lonely. An entire weekend streching ahead with no one to love or have fun with. Anyway, I don't care. I've got a lovely steamed ginger pudding from M&S to put in the microwave.
. . we were always taught, instead of waiting to be swept off our feet, to 'expect little, forgive much'.
It's rather fun writing a female spy, because she has so much more kit. Bond never carried a hair dryer or a makeup bag. And he certainly didn't wear an uplift bra.
I got into my usual obsessive writing frenzy, using all the material I'd worked on for so long and crafting it into a little novel [Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries].
I was writing an earnest novel about cruises in the Caribbean and I just started writing 'Bridget Jones' to get some money, to finance this earnest work, and then I chucked it out.
Words should be only the clothes, carefully custom-made to fit the thought.
I am seriously considering it.
About the best thing an actor can do when all is said and done is to make people laugh.
It may be providence's will that the cause I represent may prosper more by my suffering than by my remaining free.