My first vocation was dance.
When I said I was going to audition for a film, I got a hearty laugh from all my family.
When you have to get into the character each morning, give it your voice, your face, it was torture.
The director took my face in his hands and asked me to show him my teeth, as with a horse. This happened on a Wednesday, and by the following Monday I was shooting.
On my fifth film, it was then that I stopped dancing.
People love coming on television, even if they have to show their miseries.
Psychiatrists don’t solve anything from one day to the next.
There’s nothing more human than two people making love.
My only friends were boys, and I was just one more of them.
My current companion, Gerard de Battista, is the father of my two sons.
I chose the most explosive dress I could find. I put a ton of makeup on and some great round earrings. I looked like Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun.
I really wanted to work and become independent.
For most of my career, I’ve played roles that were written for other actresses.
Compared to dancing, films seemed to me to be the work of lay bums. There was no physical pain; it was enough to say and imagine what was in the script. It was very easy for me.
I like men with some belly who are a little over the hill.
I went to dance classes from 9 in the morning until 1, then to school from 3 to 10 at night, always under the threat that if I failed a single course I could forget about dancing.
I’m a small and normal girl, and stories like mine no one likes to tell. Fortunately so, because I wouldn’t like to play myself.
I didn’t go to school a lot.