There are no words to express how sad and devastated I am. I have lost one of my dearest friends, and the industry has lost a giant.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found that I can have men as friends. I used to not be able to.
Have I been wiretapped? Yes. But who they said wiretapped me was incorrect.
Everything has positive and negative consequences.
Im shy. I can go on a trip for days and not go because I wont sit on a toilet seat on a plane. Im certainly not going to go on somebodys lawn. Could you imagine, in a cocktail dress?
I became famous almost before I had a craft.
I thought Marilyn Monroe was the most beautiful woman in the world and Elizabeth Taylor breathtaking. But when I see myself on the screen I say: ‘Oh shoot! What are they talking about?’
Marriages that last are with people who do not live in Los Angeles.
The reason the all-American boy prefers beauty over brains is that the all-American boy can see better than he can think.
Cancer is my own private war. The strain, the nausea, the fever take turns challenging my strength, my mind and my spirit...
When you do bad things, bad things happen to you.
My number one goal is to love, support and be there for my son.
As much as I would have liked to have kept my cancer private, I now realize that I have a certain responsibility to those who are fighting their own fights and may be able to benefit from learning about mine.
I’m a private person. I’m shy about people knowing things.
I’m holding onto the hope that there is some reason that I got cancer and there is something – that may not be very clear to me right now – but that I will do.
I’ll do anything to stop my son running out into the street. I’ll take a bullet for him. He’s hit me a few times. He shows no remorse afterward.
I am proud of what I have got and I need an audience.
Cancer is a disease that is mysterious, headstrong and makes its own rules. And mine, to this date, is incurable.
I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God: “It is seriously time for a miracle.”
Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there’s the paparazzi giving you stress.
Ryan took him out of Betty Ford after Redmond wanted to leave because he met a girl there. The girl was a heroin addict. She was the one who introduced him to the stuff.