When I was turning 28, I thought, ‘Shit, that sounds grown-up. What I am going to do?’ Then I saw a picture of me when I was nine wearing dungarees, and thought I should buy some. My friend then got me a pair of fairy wings, so I sat there on my 28th birthday in fairy wings and dungarees, and I’ve never been happier.
“You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.” —Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice (2005)
Female stories and female voices are very often missed out on, completely. Very often in every section of culture women are lost. Every actress will say the exact same thing to you. We’re all looking for these interesting, inspiring, complex creatures, but they’re very difficult to find. It’s got to come from female writers, from female producers, from female directors – they’re the ones with the passion to tell stories and go out and get the money. Possibly I should be throwing my hat in that ring. It means putting the producer’s hat on, not just the actor’s. Maybe that’s something I should do.