Liv Tyler

I cried on my 18th birthday. I thought 17 was such a nice age. You're young enough to get away with things, but you're old enough, too.

The age I'm at now, you go from being a young girl to suddenly you blossom into a woman. You ripen, you know? And then you start to rot.

I don't think I'm particularly beautiful at all.

I laugh at absurdity hardest, then stories, then observations, then bearded men on roller skates.

I've always been very determined, ever since I was a little girl, to make my way.

My first career ambitions involved turning into a boy; I intended to be either a railway guard or a knight errant.