It was kind of boring for me to have to eat. I would know that I had to, and I would.

It's all about the blanket. Blanket, pillow, and red wine. You should always be asleep on a plane.

Jam! I love my jam. I've just had a batch of it come through, I've been making it.

Lila can't be a model until she's at least 21. She is already a mini-me - it is scary. She already has her own beauty kit.

Now I can walk into a room full of people I don't know and do my job. That's quite a massive thing to learn, I think.

Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer. - On being a social smoker.

People don't hear me talk. They don't expect me to.

There was a point when it all really took off and got quite overwhelming, even though I didn't realize it.

When people see an actor speak, they think they know him or her, whereas I'm just a face or a body to them.

All of a sudden to get all of this attention, and to be away from home and working all the time was hard. I was on planes all the time. I didn't see my friends. I cried a lot. It was quite terrifying.

When you're shooting you go to references in your mind. You think about how you should stand in these particular clothes, or how you should move. You think about the different characters you're playing, really.

You go to a show, and there's no food at all, so if you're doing shows back to back, you can forget eating. I remember standing up in the bath one day, and there was a mirror in front of me, and I was so thin! I hated it. I never liked being that skinny.

All of a sudden I was living what is perceived to be the model life. It was just full-on, 24 hours a day. It was work all the time. And there's always a party to go to.

Americans are really obsessed with their teeth being white and straight, aren't they? I saw this little girl the other day with one of those whole head braces. Elastic all the way around! How traumatizing for a child to have to wear one of those! You look like a monster.

I edit things down, and I've got a massive dressing room in the country, and so all the things I'm not going to wear but don't want to get rid of go there. And all the stuff I want to get rid of goes to Oxfam.

I kind of lost interest in school. I was never really that interested anyway. I was never academic. I didn't really go to school as much as I should have.

I started going back and forth, New York, London, New York, London. I wasn't looking back at all. I was doing tons of jobs. Working, working, working, working.

I was a scapegoat. The media had to put responsibility on somebody, and I was chosen. They felt free to say that because someone was thin they were anorexic, which is ridiculous.

I was amazed at the support that I got when I was in there. And when I came out people knew that I was back on track. I was interested in working again.

I was really nervous, intimidated by the whole thing-all the people and all the buzzing, and all the sitting around waiting. I felt really small in this huge place.