“When I lose my temper, honey, you can’t find it any place.”

All I have going is my looks. When my beauty goes, I’m through.

Sex isn’t all that important, but it is when you love someone very much.

I suffered, I really suffered, with all three of my husbands. And I tried damn hard with all three, starting each marriage certain that it was going to last until the end of my life. Yet none of them lasted more than a year or two.

I don’t mind growing old. If I have to go before my time, this is how I’ll go– cigarette in one hand, glass of scotch in the other.

And the news got worse. It appeared that there was this whole other person Jesus Christ whose birthday a lot of people tended to confuse with mine. I was personally outraged. It was a long time before I forgave the Lord for that.

I hate cheating. I won’t put up with it. I don’t do it myself.

What I’d really like to say about stardom is that it gave me everything I never wanted.

Sing me not a song; let me hear your recital of veneration and respect; this I will listen to over and over when I share your need of pleasing.

When I’m old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in.

It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.

I couldn’t imagine a better place [Australia] for making a film on the end of the world.

I have only one rule in acting – trust the director and give him heart and soul.

If I had my life to live over again, I’d live it the same way. Maybe a few changes here or there, but nothing special. The truth is, honey, I’ve enjoyed my life. I’ve had a hell of a good time.

Petting is the study of the anatomy in braille.

God knows I’ve got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don’t.

I must have seen more sunrises than any other actress in the history of Hollywood.

Raw emotions – anger, frustration, bitterness, resentment – are the feelings we tend to hide from people we want to impress but spew on those we love the most.

In life, purpose is defined by the thing that makes you angry. Martin Luther was angry; Mandela was angry; Mahatma Gandhi was angry; Mother Teresa was angry. If you are not angry, you do not have a ministry yet.

Anger is a poison. It eats us inside. We think when we hate someone we hurt them, but hatred is a curved blade, and the harm we do to others we also do to ourselves.

There is no sin nor wrong that gives man such a foretaste of Hell in this life as anger and impatience.

Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.

People don’t behave in angry ways unless they are feeling stressed and conflicted too.

Feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back.

The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.