I’ve been on a calendar, but I’ve never been on time.
Designers want me to dress like Spring, in billowing things. I don’t feel like Spring. I feel like a warm red Autumn.
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.
No one ever told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. All little girls should be told they’re pretty, even if they aren’t.
I’ll think I have a few wonderful friends and all of a sudden, ooh, here it comes. They do a lot of things. They talk about you to the press, to their friends, tell stories, and you know, it’s disappointing.
I have been told my eating habits are absolutely bizarre. But I don’t think so.
An actress is not a machine, but they treat you like a machine. A money machine.
I’m one of the world’s most self-conscious people. I really have to struggle.
I want to be an artist, not… a celluloid aphrodisiac.
If I’m a star, then the people made me a star.