Forgotten? No, we never do forget: We let the years go: eash then clean with tears, Leave them to bleach, out in the open day, Or lock them careful by, like dead friends’ clothes, Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,— But we forget not, never can forget.

Immortality alone could teach this mortal how to die.

There is no such word as 'too late,' in the wide world — nay, not in the universe. What! shall we, whose atom of time is but a fragment out of an ever-present eternity — shall we, so long as we live, or even at our life's ending, dare to cry out to the Eternal One, 'It is too late!'

Well, I suppose that, in a sense, every screen role is a favourite with me

I lead with my heart all the time.

The corsets I wore in The Railway Children are still in my undies drawer, a prized relic of my favourite film

So I regard my part in Genevieve as a real challenge

While making Genevieve, I learned there could be a lot more to a film than just acting in it

Until Genevieve I had tended towards the more dramatic type of role

Don't lose a diamond while chasing glitter honey