“At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.”

Almost every girl falls in love with the wrong man, I suppose it’s part of growing up.

Today’s films are so technological that an actor becomes starved for roles that deal with human relationships.

Sometimes when I visit my sister and her two children, I wonder if she missed a lot by getting married. Right now, nothing could be further from my mind than getting married.

I didn’t know who the hell I was. I was whoever they wanted me to be.

If I didn’t believe in what I’m doing, I’d rather go to work in a dime store.

From ages 10 to 12 or so, I barely remember anything.

There are certain stars who are not actors. I don’t want to be that type.

I was so young, and making movies, going to the studio every morning at dawn was magic.

The times that I have done something that I didn’t respond to emotionally right away, it’s generally not worked out too well.

I didn’t like children. I didn’t think of myself as a child. I didn’t like any of the things other children were interested in.

For the first time I feel an inner emotional security. There is reality and dependability. My life revolves around Richard and the baby.

I’ve been terrified of the water, and yet it seems I’m forced to go into in on every movie that I make.

I thought it was a wonderful line – right on the cutting room floor.

My mother used to tell me, No matter what they ask you, always say yes. You can learn later.

I’m just going to have to grow old, because I’m too terrified to have anything done.

I never knew motherhood could be so truly gratifying until I had Natasha.

It’s noon and I miss you just as much as I will by midnight.

Makes you wonder. When I left St. Louis, I was making five dollars a night. Now I’m getting $5,000 a week — for saying the same things out loud I used to say under my breath.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Was I in here last night and did I spend a $20 bill? Oh, thank goodness… I thought I’d lost it.

Philadelphia, wonderful town, spent a week there one night.

Where do you go when you sleep? I go everywhere.