My forties are the best time I have ever gone through.
I don’t love acting; I love chocolate.
Thanks Darling for the beautiful flowers and all the prayers. Now can you just get my puppy past security?
When you’re fat, the world is divided into two groups – people who bug you and people who leave you alone. The funny thing is, supporters and saboteurs exist in either camp.
I do enjoy life, I really do. Especially if I wake up the next day.
Maggie the cat is alive. I’m alive.
What do you expect me to do? Sleep alone?
I want it all quickly ’cause I don’t want God to stop and think and wonder if I’m getting more than my share.
I haven’t read any of the autobiographies about me.
You can’t cry on a diamond’s shoulder, and diamonds won’t keep you warm at night, but they’re sure fun when the sun shines.
I find vocabulary to be a great drawback.
I mean, how many young women get a set of rubies just for doing something wholesome like swimming laps? Or win a diamond ring at ping pong with their husband? Well, I did, and for all of these memories and the people in my life I feel blessed.
I believe in the difference between men and women. In fact, I embrace the difference.
Everything was handed to me – looks, fame, wealth, honour, love. I rarely had to fight for anything.
I love going to rock concerts, I love to lose myself in that vast wave of rhythm and body heat and get on the same vibe.
I hate the idea of always having to interpret other people’s ideas and thoughts and words, because I’m very independent and, I guess, a free thinker.
I have been supremely lucky in my life in that I have known great love, and of course I am the temporary custodian of some incredible and beautiful things.
Something always made me save myself. Either the Betty Ford Center or going onstage to perform in the theater when many people didn’t think I could do it.
Acting is fun. It’s not my whole life. It’s not my entire being. It’s secondary to my life. My life is primary. I’m running in the primary, as you know.
Just in case you get pneumonia or die. The dangerous bits are always the last days of shooting.