I think we go back into the earth.

Oh, man. Well, I hope when we die, it’s the same as before we were born. No one’s really frightened of that enormous, infinite blackness before we were born. No one sits there thinking, “Oh, God, how awful. I was nothing.” So I don’t really see why we should be frightened of that after we die, as long as it is black. I really don’t want to be up there on a cloud playing a harp, meeting some of the people I’ve hated in my life. I can’t imagine a greater nightmare. That would be hell, in fact.

When my mother died in my arms, I feel I witnessed her spirit leaving her body, so let’s just wait and see.

I don’t know and I don’t really care – I’ll be dead.

Can I have more than three? Creative, kind, a grafter, engaging, loyal, fun and generous.

I would have been better with money.

A radio presenter said I had yellow teeth – to my face. When I was 45, a manager in LA said I was too old to work in Hollywood; and then she rang my agent and said, “Can you tell your client never to wear that perfume again because it made me feel sick.”

As somebody who loved people, was always curious, a loyal friend, a mother, wife, always positive and authentic.

Losing my memory and not being able to work.

Not getting into drama school when I was 17. In those days, the first thing people said was, “Where did you train?”