To do a 'Bond' picture is a blessing but also a curse.

Many people say that recovery from an aneurysm is like having a layer of skin ripped off - your experience of life is more intense.

Life is good - we forget that.

I don't regret doing 'The Living Daylights'. If I hadn't done Bond, I wouldn't have been in America doing my series, and I would have had a different life.

From the moment my dad died, from the moment I found out there was the possibility of his dying, there were many surprises - years after, minutes after. The moments I was okay were as surprising as the ones that I wasn't. Making it through the eulogy without losing it. And then the guilt I felt about it. Surprise!

People always speak beautifully when they are in love or close to death.

Death will never be pretty - its sights and smells too close and crude. And it will never come under our control: it gallops where we tiptoe, rips up our routines, burns our very breath with its heat and sting.

When we lost Steve, the grief was understandable, but I wasn't prepared for how scary everything became - that fear factor of 'Now I'm doing this on my own.'