Sienna Miller Quotes

I've had death threats, if you can imagine.

My husband had a stalker, briefly.

As soon as I go out into the world, I belong, in a way, to everyone else. It's legal to follow me. It's legal to stalk me at the beach. And I can't call the police or ask them to leave.

It is so frustrating to feel in danger. People have followed me around at 2 in the morning and have literally said, 'Don't make me follow you. You're not responding to me.' It's incredibly degrading.

I was going out with a few girls and we were in a local. A girl started shouting 'Gogglebox' at me and became really intimidating. I left but I lay awake crying, wondering if the girl knew where I lived.

I know when I go outside, there'll be a van or two and they'll probably follow us four out of seven days a week, trying to get something. But I'm just going across town and I know they're just wasting their day, so it doesn't bother me anymore.

Some people have no respect whether you are with your family or not. That's the hardest part. I was shopping in a grocery store in Seattle looking for stuff for Nicholas. This guy kept following me with his cell phone video on.

Every time I went on TV I got a threat.

At the weekend, one of the paparazzi left their lunch box filled with half-eaten pasta salad on my doorstep: it was like a little warning, you know? 'We have been here.'

I've been... chased by paparazzi, and they run lights, and they chase you and harass you the whole time. It happens all over the world, and it has certainly gotten worse. You don't know what it's like being chased by them.

When someone follows you all the way to the shop and watches you buy toilet roll, you know your life has changed.

I was out with my mum when a man started screaming at me: 'Georgia Groome. I love you.' Mum and I just looked at each other for a split second - and then ran away as fast as we could.

Throughout my career, my family and I have fallen victim to inappropriate attempts to contact me by several unknown individuals.

On my first day in New York a guy asked me if I knew where Central Park was. When I told him I didn't he said, 'Do you mind if I mug you here?'.

For a number of years I was relentlessly pursued by 10 to 15 men, almost daily. Spat at, verbally abused.

I have had death threats from people with fixations.

I've had people following me home or standing outside my house. It's strange. I just don't think people were meant to be worshipped or idolised.

I've been stalked.

If an ordinary person parks outside another ordinary person's house for a week, it's considered stalking. If, however, that person is considered newsworthy, it's perfectly legal for paparazzi to do the same thing.

I am always begging them to spare me this chasing after men.

Guys always follow me into the bathroom and ask for pictures and stuff.

It might be a shock to see me, but that's no reason for people to act crazy, and it doesn't give them license to chase me down the street.

I had to deal with several stalkers and a lot of strange letters.

I don't want to be followed by paparazzi; that terrifies me.

My mum wouldn't let me go outside. Coming back from school, the gang men sometimes would say things, but I would walk by, never answer, and my mum would go tell them leave me alone.